Really boys and girls that is all you need... Lunch with Deborah, my 2012 Russell Crowe calendar imported from Canada, laughter, fun and too much goodies. Although I will say in my defense I did have a salad - at the Cheesecake Factory. And of course I had cheesecake AND in a fit of "aren't I the nice guy!" asked Bubba if he wanted anything and brought him back the requested cheesecake!
Of course we shopped the world market - found some fun stuff, then I went and picked up his shirts, dropped 2 more off, and went to the wal-mart. We were out of TP... a dangerous thing in this house.
Of course I got a few other things, deodorant for Bubba, shampoo, razors, taco makings for dinner, and of course the one thing I really did come to the store for--- TP. Loaded up, got home, loved the pups and watched as Bubba bounced between movie, and work, I got tired of stop, start, rewind of the movie - which wasn't all that good to begin with and got on the computer, got side tracked by bills, and deposits and then a new toaster and the comparison shopping of that one - and now with all THAT out of the way... back to posting my thoughts. Worth the price of admission wasn't it?
Shelby is giving me the nudge of - hey lady - ah - a little kibble would be nice. Violet of course is all tucked under a blanket and content to stay there... and Bubba is back to work. And you all wonder why I read. Listen - Jake and Penelope having her lusty thoughts and taken away by their passion aflame is a whole lot better than listening to "that is on the controlled assets sheet - I sent that to you" to be followed by "bang-bang you @#$#%^#$" pause - phone - "that one is the updated balance sheet of Friday - and I have another copy of that one that I have updated" bang bang, grunt... repeat as necessary.
Again don't have to wonder about the reading material anymore do you? And just in self defense I do read a lot of other stuff - it's just more fun with bodices ripping and all the rest - just like cake is more fun the broccoli.
I'm just saying - don't kill the cheesecake zen man.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Major Crankypants is bucking for a promotion
Or maybe just a day freaking off!!! Darling Bubba arrives home this evening...at his now usual 8:15 PM which is actually 30 minutes earlier than last night - so I guess we should applaud his progress.
Right after I brain him with my stone wear baking sheet. He calls to inform me he's on his way home - thanks for the heads up honey - that way I know Raul and the rest of the cabana boys have 15 minutes to clear out. Of course he asks about dinner - I reply "chicken". He then goes on about how we didn't discuss dinner earlier in the day therefore he had no member of a chicken discussion. I lost interest 5 minutes back. "Ok dear - see you when you get here..."
In walks Bubba - all sweetness and light - if sweetness were week old lemons and light was the deep bowels of a cave - at night - without a moon - you get the idea right? And he starts - Lodge "crap" which thankfully I didn't initiate for a change. Rental - moving stuff - he's grumpy and I am not in a mood to be grumped at about something to which I have no control. So I ask "what does getting all pissy at me solve?" Nothing but it's still my fault he's in this position. Yep. OK Pumpkin - I have seen this before - someone is tired, overworked and can't find an outlet for all his pent up - let's call it "carp". And let's guess who is at the bottom of the proverbial hill with a bucket while all this 'carp' comes rolling down hill??? You betcha. Good old Aunt Ing.
Of course around all this dancing rainbows and unicorns he's starts in on dinner which was not fancy due to 1) not in the mood to cook much and 2) only so many meals you can cook and reheat well dear heart... eat this and hush up. We had BBQ chicken sandwich with a salad. For the time of night he's eating dinner - it's more than enough - of course he starts in because there isn't anything on the sandwich - like (get this) lettuce, tomato, and - mayo. (urp) Seriously? There is BBQ sauce on the chicken - and you want mayo? Fine - you are standing 3 steps away from the fridge did you forget how it works too?? I realize the dishwasher and the stove are still magical machine that only the female brain could possibly use... but I know you know how to open the fridge. Of course he then realizes he has a salad made and ready for him containing both lettuce and tomato... so tonight he can eat it separately instead of all on a bun. He also skipped the mayo. There maybe hope for the white boy yet.
Then - tonight "Yes get this done instead of waiting like you always do.." send out an email to explain the details of the lodge issue and piss off everyone who reads it. Won't that be fun? So email sent and here I sit and him in there...
Remind me to talk about the "I already live alone" crack of the night - and it wasn't me who said it...
Right after I brain him with my stone wear baking sheet. He calls to inform me he's on his way home - thanks for the heads up honey - that way I know Raul and the rest of the cabana boys have 15 minutes to clear out. Of course he asks about dinner - I reply "chicken". He then goes on about how we didn't discuss dinner earlier in the day therefore he had no member of a chicken discussion. I lost interest 5 minutes back. "Ok dear - see you when you get here..."
In walks Bubba - all sweetness and light - if sweetness were week old lemons and light was the deep bowels of a cave - at night - without a moon - you get the idea right? And he starts - Lodge "crap" which thankfully I didn't initiate for a change. Rental - moving stuff - he's grumpy and I am not in a mood to be grumped at about something to which I have no control. So I ask "what does getting all pissy at me solve?" Nothing but it's still my fault he's in this position. Yep. OK Pumpkin - I have seen this before - someone is tired, overworked and can't find an outlet for all his pent up - let's call it "carp". And let's guess who is at the bottom of the proverbial hill with a bucket while all this 'carp' comes rolling down hill??? You betcha. Good old Aunt Ing.
Of course around all this dancing rainbows and unicorns he's starts in on dinner which was not fancy due to 1) not in the mood to cook much and 2) only so many meals you can cook and reheat well dear heart... eat this and hush up. We had BBQ chicken sandwich with a salad. For the time of night he's eating dinner - it's more than enough - of course he starts in because there isn't anything on the sandwich - like (get this) lettuce, tomato, and - mayo. (urp) Seriously? There is BBQ sauce on the chicken - and you want mayo? Fine - you are standing 3 steps away from the fridge did you forget how it works too?? I realize the dishwasher and the stove are still magical machine that only the female brain could possibly use... but I know you know how to open the fridge. Of course he then realizes he has a salad made and ready for him containing both lettuce and tomato... so tonight he can eat it separately instead of all on a bun. He also skipped the mayo. There maybe hope for the white boy yet.
Then - tonight "Yes get this done instead of waiting like you always do.." send out an email to explain the details of the lodge issue and piss off everyone who reads it. Won't that be fun? So email sent and here I sit and him in there...
Remind me to talk about the "I already live alone" crack of the night - and it wasn't me who said it...
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
I really should have....
REALLY - should have just pulled the covers over my head and gone back to sleep this morning... oh nothing earth shattering has gone on, but my get up and go is still at home and asleep with the dogs... (and there is NO need to say anything about getting up with fleas.. my dogs don't have fleas!)
The rest of of me is here - at work - wondering why. Again nothing earth shattering at work, as a matter of fact things are very quiet... zzzzz... I do have a course to complete but going through this thing is like walking through Kay-ro syrup in February. (it's slow - just in case you didn't get the visual) After the coffee kicks in I will face that nightmare... I have a mentor protege thing for a few hours this afternoon, which should prove to be equal parts useless and a change of my usual day. We'll see - I have a list (I know!) of things I want to chat up my mentor about... so we'll see.
Since I have not posted all week - let me detail some of the goings on this week - Monday starts with a bit of worry that it was going to be icy and crappy weather - the Federal government had Sunday night allowed folks to come in late... me I was up the usual hour and went with the "if the pups don't slip and slide - must be alright" method of determining route into work... Dogs were up, out no worries - but was grey, foggy and icky... not to mention humidity you can see.. never makes for a good hair day.
So up, dressed, together, into work, all uneventful and unremarkable -- almost makes you long for the days of the Deep South Idiot Women doesn't it? Me? Not so much -thank you. I enjoy working where plotting the murder of another person isn't a daily occurrence. Call me kooky!
Monday night, to the Vet for Violet drugs (refill) stop off for some cash for the cleaning lady (LOVE cleaning lady Tuesdays) home, pups, hanging out, crock pot dinner turned out pretty good, not a whole lot of sauce --but in my world not such a big deal... then... up dressed to ladies' Group meeting - get there... and the parking lot is EMPTY. AH - what the heck... call one person no answer - call the President... they cancelled the meeting because old people don't want to drive in wet and fog... she sent an email (later learned at 5:00 PM!) and "said" she tried to call me - and yet home since 4:30 - and no voice mail on either phone.... hummmm
So mad, unhappy and all sorts of ticked off home again 10 minutes later... in comfy clothes, loving the pups and settled in for the night. No clue when Bubba might make an appearance... at 9:45 ish... dogs out - headed to bed... Bubba came home sometime Monday night as I heard him and promptly went back to sleep...
Tuesday began much like Monday.. up, dressed... bla bla bla... at work, all quiet, staff meeting - which are not nearly as entertaining as the previous job - but again see the murder plot thing -- and frankly this stress level is SOOO much better - really. Home again, tend to pups then head to see a dear old friend. She called making room for her new live in beau and she doesn't need the formal wear... so she called me. We chatted for almost 2 hours it was so nice to see her and to see her so very happy! So home, picked up some fast food for dinner - as I told Bubba he was getting leftovers and since I had eaten same for dinner and lunch - wasn't having it for a third meal...
Home - No Bubba... why was I surprised (said he'd be home 7 - walked in 7:50) . And frankly when he got home he was such a grumpy gus I wanted him to go back to work!!! So dealt with life, yes I nuked his dinner - and between you and me... I frankly thinks he comes home later counting on the fact I will be home and he won't have to fend for himself... and what does that say about me?
I may drink lunch today.
*sigh*.... sweeping that thought away because it's too freaking close to home... back to grumpy gus the wonder accountant... he gets home, and the first thing he does is snatch the remote.. tape the hockey game - which he could have just watched... but no --- so I watch something while he eats and is -at the same time- slumped over his computer doing something - when I dare question him "What are you doing?" As I didn't see the computer I just saw Bubba all hunched over t the side of the TV tray. Of course the response was "cranky" is the most polite word I can use there... and let's leave it at that.
We also won't discuss when I looked over and saw him slumped there was a slight hesitation to say anything before checking the status of his life insurance payment.. but I didn't... see? Not so horrible after all. Really... look thinking and doing are two different things - and if you think I wouldn't check to make sure my husband wasn't slumped over his stew... really people. Seriously - mostly - yeah I'd check. (what!?)
Ahem. Moving on to Wednesday... his hump day is seriously starting to look like Everest... but we're at the mid point of the day...with a mid point of the week - and I don't have to go anywhere tonight... and there is no prediction of frozen rain coming down from the sky either in the form of ice or snow. There is talk of wet rain (is there any other kind? Like dry ice?... something to ponder with lunch today...) ANY way... the week is reaching the apex with a hopeful nice slide into Friday.. Please?
Stay warm, stay dry and stay sane... the first two easier than the last....
The rest of of me is here - at work - wondering why. Again nothing earth shattering at work, as a matter of fact things are very quiet... zzzzz... I do have a course to complete but going through this thing is like walking through Kay-ro syrup in February. (it's slow - just in case you didn't get the visual) After the coffee kicks in I will face that nightmare... I have a mentor protege thing for a few hours this afternoon, which should prove to be equal parts useless and a change of my usual day. We'll see - I have a list (I know!) of things I want to chat up my mentor about... so we'll see.
Since I have not posted all week - let me detail some of the goings on this week - Monday starts with a bit of worry that it was going to be icy and crappy weather - the Federal government had Sunday night allowed folks to come in late... me I was up the usual hour and went with the "if the pups don't slip and slide - must be alright" method of determining route into work... Dogs were up, out no worries - but was grey, foggy and icky... not to mention humidity you can see.. never makes for a good hair day.
So up, dressed, together, into work, all uneventful and unremarkable -- almost makes you long for the days of the Deep South Idiot Women doesn't it? Me? Not so much -thank you. I enjoy working where plotting the murder of another person isn't a daily occurrence. Call me kooky!
Monday night, to the Vet for Violet drugs (refill) stop off for some cash for the cleaning lady (LOVE cleaning lady Tuesdays) home, pups, hanging out, crock pot dinner turned out pretty good, not a whole lot of sauce --but in my world not such a big deal... then... up dressed to ladies' Group meeting - get there... and the parking lot is EMPTY. AH - what the heck... call one person no answer - call the President... they cancelled the meeting because old people don't want to drive in wet and fog... she sent an email (later learned at 5:00 PM!) and "said" she tried to call me - and yet home since 4:30 - and no voice mail on either phone.... hummmm
So mad, unhappy and all sorts of ticked off home again 10 minutes later... in comfy clothes, loving the pups and settled in for the night. No clue when Bubba might make an appearance... at 9:45 ish... dogs out - headed to bed... Bubba came home sometime Monday night as I heard him and promptly went back to sleep...
Tuesday began much like Monday.. up, dressed... bla bla bla... at work, all quiet, staff meeting - which are not nearly as entertaining as the previous job - but again see the murder plot thing -- and frankly this stress level is SOOO much better - really. Home again, tend to pups then head to see a dear old friend. She called making room for her new live in beau and she doesn't need the formal wear... so she called me. We chatted for almost 2 hours it was so nice to see her and to see her so very happy! So home, picked up some fast food for dinner - as I told Bubba he was getting leftovers and since I had eaten same for dinner and lunch - wasn't having it for a third meal...
Home - No Bubba... why was I surprised (said he'd be home 7 - walked in 7:50) . And frankly when he got home he was such a grumpy gus I wanted him to go back to work!!! So dealt with life, yes I nuked his dinner - and between you and me... I frankly thinks he comes home later counting on the fact I will be home and he won't have to fend for himself... and what does that say about me?
I may drink lunch today.
*sigh*.... sweeping that thought away because it's too freaking close to home... back to grumpy gus the wonder accountant... he gets home, and the first thing he does is snatch the remote.. tape the hockey game - which he could have just watched... but no --- so I watch something while he eats and is -at the same time- slumped over his computer doing something - when I dare question him "What are you doing?" As I didn't see the computer I just saw Bubba all hunched over t the side of the TV tray. Of course the response was "cranky" is the most polite word I can use there... and let's leave it at that.
We also won't discuss when I looked over and saw him slumped there was a slight hesitation to say anything before checking the status of his life insurance payment.. but I didn't... see? Not so horrible after all. Really... look thinking and doing are two different things - and if you think I wouldn't check to make sure my husband wasn't slumped over his stew... really people. Seriously - mostly - yeah I'd check. (what!?)
Ahem. Moving on to Wednesday... his hump day is seriously starting to look like Everest... but we're at the mid point of the day...with a mid point of the week - and I don't have to go anywhere tonight... and there is no prediction of frozen rain coming down from the sky either in the form of ice or snow. There is talk of wet rain (is there any other kind? Like dry ice?... something to ponder with lunch today...) ANY way... the week is reaching the apex with a hopeful nice slide into Friday.. Please?
Stay warm, stay dry and stay sane... the first two easier than the last....
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Welcome to Sunday...
While, yes usually my favorite day of the week, there is that twinge that there is no football this Sunday... gone, gone, gone... hum? What? There is football today? No - the Steelers - ohhhhh - right. Forget that part, just because the Steelers lost they keep playing... Really need to write that down somewhere... so easy to forget. And here I thought we missed Bubba's friends Superbowl party - silly me. :-D
Ok so apparently there is football... and of course like all things I have an opinion - just not sure if both New England AND Baltimore losing is possible... so don't really have a dog in the fight. I mean I could cheer for Baltimore then become an NFC fan in a few weeks... we'll cross those bridges when we get there hum? The last time I cheered for the Ravens was when Rod Woodson was on their team and they were in the Super Bowl - he deserved a ring. Digressing.
Today's topic to contemplate your belly button lint with is Goals. And not the hockey variety... although I must say what ever Mama Malkin is putting in little Gino's borscht these days... give some to Sid and get him back out there...
Yeah yeah - OK Goals - do you have any? Do I? And that was the scary part, could not think of a bright brass ring on the hill that I want... oh sure the chubby surgery, and those have steps to follow and I am working that but what else? Professionally? I have that mentor, I joined a group, but do I want all work and no play? No, but there must be something more that what I'm doing now - although I am in a pretty happy place right now. I am (of course) making of list of things to chat with my mentor - it's time to prime that pump a bit let's tackle some bigger issues, instead of telling me to take a class - let's see what else she's got. Shall we?
Of course there are those "happy" goals - but generally I hate to say this most days I am content - oh sure reading this you'd probably beginning to wonder when I might spring for the good drugs, but Bubba- idiosyncrasies aside, life for me ain't that hard. I need small steps - heck I can't manage to get a 30 minute walking video into my day ... and I've got someone calling me on that every 3 weeks. I think as I pondered these questions at 2:14 AM this morning I realized that 1) I'm a dork and need to go back to sleep 2) this really isn't worth insomnia and 3) if I do make a list of steps to complete I bet I would do better. After all, working from a list is indeed what I do best. I knew typing this out would spark something!!! Ok Step 1 order new planner pages - going back to daily instead of weekly pages, I'm going to need more space, Step 2, work in the things already in progress, step 3, add in slowly like cake batter and 4) don't just sent this out - I need checks and balances - maybe I'll ask Nana to nag at me a bit. (She's had practice.)
Ok danced over to planner website got caught in a loop of death, clicked out and came back here. This is my happy place... stupid website. I'll go back and futz with it later... grumble grumble...
Today - there will productivity of the domestic side, we have dinner planned, we have shopping done and we have had breakfast out. We've also had a large enough helping of Captain Crankypants but now, thankfully we have soothed the savage beast with food, his chair and sports on TV all day starting with Pens Hockey then moving on to football... plus without the emotional attachment there won't be nearly as many football words bantered about today... mostly because I'll be doing other things.
Violet update, can't remember if I have posted one, the old gal is doing fine and we are done with large expensive medical procedures for her. Talked to both internist and our Vet - and everyone agrees, so meds in the morning, meds in the evening and the old girl is just fine. Oh not liking that ice covered white stuff outside but hey.... we're doing all right. And yesterday we got a love note that Shelby is due in for her annual visit.... isn't that what started all this crap with Violet? Lord help us. The Vet's office is going to become like Cheer's for us - we walk and they all shout "BUBBA".
And lastly on the updates front... another example of my bizarre thinking methodologies... now yesterday I was supposed to be gone all day out the door at 7:30 AM, all day with the "Adult Retreat" of the Girls' group (talk about contemplating your belly button lint) then home and done, well the weather went all crappy and White and ice, so I left home about lunch time, and got there in time for the afternoon session, which I expected to last longer than it did. But I got my paperwork in on time, I got an extra bit of paper work done and turned in, I learned something new, I made points for showing up and I still feel like it was a waste of my time... mostly. I am banking the PR points for showing up and ignoring the nag about the gas and milage on my new car... oh yeah and with crappy weather comes crappy roads and so much for the car wash...
Oh goodie... my internet is on the flake so I get to call Verizon...this day just got groovy....
Stay warm.
Ok so apparently there is football... and of course like all things I have an opinion - just not sure if both New England AND Baltimore losing is possible... so don't really have a dog in the fight. I mean I could cheer for Baltimore then become an NFC fan in a few weeks... we'll cross those bridges when we get there hum? The last time I cheered for the Ravens was when Rod Woodson was on their team and they were in the Super Bowl - he deserved a ring. Digressing.
Today's topic to contemplate your belly button lint with is Goals. And not the hockey variety... although I must say what ever Mama Malkin is putting in little Gino's borscht these days... give some to Sid and get him back out there...
Yeah yeah - OK Goals - do you have any? Do I? And that was the scary part, could not think of a bright brass ring on the hill that I want... oh sure the chubby surgery, and those have steps to follow and I am working that but what else? Professionally? I have that mentor, I joined a group, but do I want all work and no play? No, but there must be something more that what I'm doing now - although I am in a pretty happy place right now. I am (of course) making of list of things to chat with my mentor - it's time to prime that pump a bit let's tackle some bigger issues, instead of telling me to take a class - let's see what else she's got. Shall we?
Of course there are those "happy" goals - but generally I hate to say this most days I am content - oh sure reading this you'd probably beginning to wonder when I might spring for the good drugs, but Bubba- idiosyncrasies aside, life for me ain't that hard. I need small steps - heck I can't manage to get a 30 minute walking video into my day ... and I've got someone calling me on that every 3 weeks. I think as I pondered these questions at 2:14 AM this morning I realized that 1) I'm a dork and need to go back to sleep 2) this really isn't worth insomnia and 3) if I do make a list of steps to complete I bet I would do better. After all, working from a list is indeed what I do best. I knew typing this out would spark something!!! Ok Step 1 order new planner pages - going back to daily instead of weekly pages, I'm going to need more space, Step 2, work in the things already in progress, step 3, add in slowly like cake batter and 4) don't just sent this out - I need checks and balances - maybe I'll ask Nana to nag at me a bit. (She's had practice.)
Ok danced over to planner website got caught in a loop of death, clicked out and came back here. This is my happy place... stupid website. I'll go back and futz with it later... grumble grumble...
Today - there will productivity of the domestic side, we have dinner planned, we have shopping done and we have had breakfast out. We've also had a large enough helping of Captain Crankypants but now, thankfully we have soothed the savage beast with food, his chair and sports on TV all day starting with Pens Hockey then moving on to football... plus without the emotional attachment there won't be nearly as many football words bantered about today... mostly because I'll be doing other things.
Violet update, can't remember if I have posted one, the old gal is doing fine and we are done with large expensive medical procedures for her. Talked to both internist and our Vet - and everyone agrees, so meds in the morning, meds in the evening and the old girl is just fine. Oh not liking that ice covered white stuff outside but hey.... we're doing all right. And yesterday we got a love note that Shelby is due in for her annual visit.... isn't that what started all this crap with Violet? Lord help us. The Vet's office is going to become like Cheer's for us - we walk and they all shout "BUBBA".
And lastly on the updates front... another example of my bizarre thinking methodologies... now yesterday I was supposed to be gone all day out the door at 7:30 AM, all day with the "Adult Retreat" of the Girls' group (talk about contemplating your belly button lint) then home and done, well the weather went all crappy and White and ice, so I left home about lunch time, and got there in time for the afternoon session, which I expected to last longer than it did. But I got my paperwork in on time, I got an extra bit of paper work done and turned in, I learned something new, I made points for showing up and I still feel like it was a waste of my time... mostly. I am banking the PR points for showing up and ignoring the nag about the gas and milage on my new car... oh yeah and with crappy weather comes crappy roads and so much for the car wash...
Oh goodie... my internet is on the flake so I get to call Verizon...this day just got groovy....
Stay warm.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Oh - going to be one of THOSE days is it?
Now the day started - again - way too flipping early.. and thanks to night number 3 in a row of acid reflux, indigestion or whatever.. I didn't oversleep after turning off the alarm.. again.. "by accident". So up, found the bed-side tums, loved Violet on my way to the morning routine and stepped into the shower.... you know you aren't fully awake when you begin to question, what body part you have washed and what you haven't. Who knows everything saw soap at least once, some maybe twice.. so wash, rinse, dry, out, gather clothes, shoes, dogs, turning lights on and off so his royal highness won't have his snoring fest interrupted.... and so me and Violet don't kill ourselves getting down the stairs...
Usual morning routine with the bonus of Miss Violet eating most of her breakfast! Whoo hoo... she's been eating about half, then dinner in stages but she is eating and this staged approach to food is not unusual for her. It makes Shelby crazy and I spent the morning listening to that pup 'talk' to Violet as she stood over her kibble but didn't eat it. Shelby would be of the gobble-and-go school of kibble eating.
So up dressed, Violet AM drugs, Shelby a shot of peanut butter, and away I go. Sit at the stop light, get impatient, go around, to get stuck... at the red light in the opposite direction as the light I was waiting for went green... oh goodie. Bonus? my carpooler was behind me and saw the stupidity. Oh yeah.
Drive in was uneventful, got into work, loaded the caffeine and the day has been quiet. I was feeling tired and unhappy and with that Working Women thing last night, successful outgoing, me in the corner... I really don't have the gene to just walk up and introduce myself. I'm more your sarcastic remark and make friends gal... but for some reason these things to me are very intimidating. I better learn to get over this if I want to move up in the world. Not to mention making better use of my days... I need plans - these woman have plans BIG plans. I want to get through the week. well... I have plans - today they involve not having to talk to another person for at least 2 hours. Yeesh, all that glad handing last night - while yes informative - was stressful.
Please don't ask me why! I just feel - weird at these things - Like I'm underachieving. That and I'm not a size 2, but I did take heart that most gals there were not the skinny-minis and there were a few there, who put me to shame... I am going to take a first step and volunteer to QA their new website... after all it's on the resume! And I'm good at it!
With all this I have taken a moment to stop and look at what I want 2012 to be for me, work, medical, life, quality thereof... cripes. Oh and bonus for the short term, while I am contemplating all those big pie in the sky where is my life taking me issues... I have Girl's group on Saturday - and it's supposed to be icy! Home girl so does not ice.. especially for stupid stuff like this - heck I don't do it for work most days.
Up side, leaving early today, hours in all is good, of course I have a list of things to deal with when I get home, but bigger bonus - dinner out tonight, and I'm not going anywhere on Sunday...I'm just not. I think we'll save Sunday for those big thoughts - or maybe Saturday as I am stuck in an endless meeting to where my opinion is worth something barley above snail pee...
And on that note--- HAPPY FRIDAY.
Usual morning routine with the bonus of Miss Violet eating most of her breakfast! Whoo hoo... she's been eating about half, then dinner in stages but she is eating and this staged approach to food is not unusual for her. It makes Shelby crazy and I spent the morning listening to that pup 'talk' to Violet as she stood over her kibble but didn't eat it. Shelby would be of the gobble-and-go school of kibble eating.
So up dressed, Violet AM drugs, Shelby a shot of peanut butter, and away I go. Sit at the stop light, get impatient, go around, to get stuck... at the red light in the opposite direction as the light I was waiting for went green... oh goodie. Bonus? my carpooler was behind me and saw the stupidity. Oh yeah.
Drive in was uneventful, got into work, loaded the caffeine and the day has been quiet. I was feeling tired and unhappy and with that Working Women thing last night, successful outgoing, me in the corner... I really don't have the gene to just walk up and introduce myself. I'm more your sarcastic remark and make friends gal... but for some reason these things to me are very intimidating. I better learn to get over this if I want to move up in the world. Not to mention making better use of my days... I need plans - these woman have plans BIG plans. I want to get through the week. well... I have plans - today they involve not having to talk to another person for at least 2 hours. Yeesh, all that glad handing last night - while yes informative - was stressful.
Please don't ask me why! I just feel - weird at these things - Like I'm underachieving. That and I'm not a size 2, but I did take heart that most gals there were not the skinny-minis and there were a few there, who put me to shame... I am going to take a first step and volunteer to QA their new website... after all it's on the resume! And I'm good at it!
With all this I have taken a moment to stop and look at what I want 2012 to be for me, work, medical, life, quality thereof... cripes. Oh and bonus for the short term, while I am contemplating all those big pie in the sky where is my life taking me issues... I have Girl's group on Saturday - and it's supposed to be icy! Home girl so does not ice.. especially for stupid stuff like this - heck I don't do it for work most days.
Up side, leaving early today, hours in all is good, of course I have a list of things to deal with when I get home, but bigger bonus - dinner out tonight, and I'm not going anywhere on Sunday...I'm just not. I think we'll save Sunday for those big thoughts - or maybe Saturday as I am stuck in an endless meeting to where my opinion is worth something barley above snail pee...
And on that note--- HAPPY FRIDAY.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Is this thing on?!??!??
Today has been so slow I'm beginning to wonder if anything is plugged in... I got to 'sleep in' today until 5:45! (yes still AM unfortunately) why? Because I am gong to a professional working group thing tonight and i didn't want to be in the office from 6:30 AM until 6:00 PM - there are limits. Instead I strolled in at 7:50.. there are alot more people on the road later in the AM - oh and that driving in the daylight thing - over rated. After all why in the world would you want to see what you may or may not hit at any given moment? A chubby chick's heart rate can't take that... but it did get the blood moving this morning. The would explain my car pooler's morning twitches I guess...
Ah but I digress... Besides being a slow work day; I have put in a phone call to the vet, emailed Bubba a card because today is his birthday and generally tried to pick off things from my to do list. I said I tried I haven't been as productive today as I have been the last couple of days - but a girl needs a small breather doesn't she?
I got home last night and enjoyed that quality time with the dogs known as "Shelby barks until dinner time, and then chats at Violet until she eats her dinner - or mommy puts it up." then I went to a much enjoyed massage, and a small bit of smack talk from the massage therapist who just happens to be a Baltimore Ravens fan... *sigh* takes all kinds doesn't it? He's good at his job... and the rest well - I just wear something yinzer on Wednesday nights and we move on. ;-) He commented on my Steeler socks last night... they were warm and these days that was needed...
Lately Mother Nature's hot flashes are not much fun - oh sure Tuesday night; when I was outside with the dogs in 60 degree weather it was fab - but that flash was over Wednesday and we're back to January weather which is COLD. But I state again you don't have to shovel cold.
Tonight I am going to a professional women's working group thing... my mentor says this is a good thing. OK... room full of tall skinny professional women and me. Maybe. Who knows - but if they are all blond I'm leaving. :-)
The parental units are headed to Vegas for a week - I hope it survives! LOL They will go, have a good time and come back with lots of stories - including being 2500 miles away while the neighbor is invested with his group's pseudo- knighthood for a year. Go enjoy a show, pull the one armed bandit, walk about those hotels, eat too much and enjoy the weather... and why didn't we go with them??? Oh yeah that Bubba has to work thing...
Today as I had to drive in myself I came up with a list.. (I know!) But it was a list of the big ticket wishes for 2012... perhaps I will print out the list and hand it to Bubba... after I have the funeral planned. That was wrong... it won't kill him - it will however probably raise his blood pressure.
Well - it shouldn't- let's see...
A vacation this year... a whole week; a cruise or heck camp but AWAY for a whole week
A lap top computer - yes I know I have a PC but I want a portable unit (Bubba thinks this is TOTAL waste of money)
My chubby girl surgery - covered by insurance or not this is getting done THIS YEAR. So I'm willing to let go the lap top
Re do the bathrooms in the house - also probably killed by surgery as Bubba has some sort of genetic disorder about spending big bucks on more than one thing in a year...
My word - my wants are extravagant aren't they?
Of course there is Christmas, birthdays, hair, nails and of the ever popular "Lodge Crap" which will also suck up some discretionary spending... all of which Bubba considers useless... I however consider them REQUIREMENTS. Home girl is SO not going without the magic potion of hair color and pretty nails... waited too long to let myself be a girl.
All right-y then... I am off to enjoy the quiet office as it is past 4:00 PM and the place has basically emptied out... I'll let you, the 2 people reading this drivel, know just what Professional Women's groups do... who knows I could get lucky and it's Playgirl and Cosmos! Or not...
Ah but I digress... Besides being a slow work day; I have put in a phone call to the vet, emailed Bubba a card because today is his birthday and generally tried to pick off things from my to do list. I said I tried I haven't been as productive today as I have been the last couple of days - but a girl needs a small breather doesn't she?
I got home last night and enjoyed that quality time with the dogs known as "Shelby barks until dinner time, and then chats at Violet until she eats her dinner - or mommy puts it up." then I went to a much enjoyed massage, and a small bit of smack talk from the massage therapist who just happens to be a Baltimore Ravens fan... *sigh* takes all kinds doesn't it? He's good at his job... and the rest well - I just wear something yinzer on Wednesday nights and we move on. ;-) He commented on my Steeler socks last night... they were warm and these days that was needed...
Lately Mother Nature's hot flashes are not much fun - oh sure Tuesday night; when I was outside with the dogs in 60 degree weather it was fab - but that flash was over Wednesday and we're back to January weather which is COLD. But I state again you don't have to shovel cold.
Tonight I am going to a professional women's working group thing... my mentor says this is a good thing. OK... room full of tall skinny professional women and me. Maybe. Who knows - but if they are all blond I'm leaving. :-)
The parental units are headed to Vegas for a week - I hope it survives! LOL They will go, have a good time and come back with lots of stories - including being 2500 miles away while the neighbor is invested with his group's pseudo- knighthood for a year. Go enjoy a show, pull the one armed bandit, walk about those hotels, eat too much and enjoy the weather... and why didn't we go with them??? Oh yeah that Bubba has to work thing...
Today as I had to drive in myself I came up with a list.. (I know!) But it was a list of the big ticket wishes for 2012... perhaps I will print out the list and hand it to Bubba... after I have the funeral planned. That was wrong... it won't kill him - it will however probably raise his blood pressure.
Well - it shouldn't- let's see...
A vacation this year... a whole week; a cruise or heck camp but AWAY for a whole week
A lap top computer - yes I know I have a PC but I want a portable unit (Bubba thinks this is TOTAL waste of money)
My chubby girl surgery - covered by insurance or not this is getting done THIS YEAR. So I'm willing to let go the lap top
Re do the bathrooms in the house - also probably killed by surgery as Bubba has some sort of genetic disorder about spending big bucks on more than one thing in a year...
My word - my wants are extravagant aren't they?
Of course there is Christmas, birthdays, hair, nails and of the ever popular "Lodge Crap" which will also suck up some discretionary spending... all of which Bubba considers useless... I however consider them REQUIREMENTS. Home girl is SO not going without the magic potion of hair color and pretty nails... waited too long to let myself be a girl.
All right-y then... I am off to enjoy the quiet office as it is past 4:00 PM and the place has basically emptied out... I'll let you, the 2 people reading this drivel, know just what Professional Women's groups do... who knows I could get lucky and it's Playgirl and Cosmos! Or not...
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
You call that a hill?
Sweet Mary and the saints I've been to work for two days and I feel like it's been a week, and then some. Monday was a 'home' work day and gosh golly it was busy! Up early for a day off - like before 7:30 AM even... Bubba and I got a coupon for money off at Bob Evans... so hey breakfast together, then he went to work, and I to my errands of the day. Breakfast was good, I had to dash out to make my oil change appointment on time - which I did. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy that kindle?? SO easy to transport and have while waiting for oil change, tire rotation, and 37.6 point inspection in which dealership boys carefully review all parts of the car for safety and wear and where they can jack up the price -- since they sent me a coupon for the works, oil change etc....they have to find a place to make a buck. ANY way...
Oil change done, off to the post office for stamps, then to the car wash where the sales guy stated there was some chip that wasn't going to wash out and it needed tended to... bla bla I want the car washed; and the dog hair sucked out - how much? OK so car washed, then call while that was in progress from folks who want to rent our lodge ... instead of 12 Noon can we make 11:15. Ur - ah - sure, quick call to Bubba, as I didn't have the realtor's number handy, note the time, head off to Kohl's to return a sweater combo my mother in law bought for me (or bought with someone else in mind... because it didn't fit, and it SO wasn't me!) ANY way - got a store credit, blinked at the number and made plans to come back and go shopping!!! So made my way to the lodge, met up, showed around, chatted up, and done. Headed back to Kohl's spend my gift card, and about that amount plus, got 4 new pairs of pants, a sweater and 2 pair of sunglasses for basically $80. (after gift card so total $150) I hit the sale rack hard. I went in for 2 pairs of pants... and kinda went a little nuts I think. Or there is a trigger that snaps when Bubba starts in about trying to spend 10% less than we did last year... OK honey I won't buy a new car! I do believe that will be a good reduction from last year. :-)
Moving on... got done there, headed to the grocery store, shopped for the week, came home unloaded, sat down for 45 minutes then loaded up Violet, and ticked off Shelby, and back to the internist Vet for an ultrasound. As you may or may not recall from the ongoing saga of Miss Violet, bump in chest x-ray, said it might be the big C (Cancer) ... so they do the ultrasound, 40 minutes which I kill with my trusty Kindle... she comes back out shaved belly but no worse for wear... into an exam room, we wait then in walks this 15 year old radiologist - (yeah yeah He's not Dogie Houser - but still BABY face) Digressing... this doctor tells me the good news is her abdomen is clear, nothing that isn't supposed to be there and her spleen didn't grow back. (yuck, yuck, yuck - Oh lucky me I get the Jay Leno of vet radiologist). So then I ask the million dollar question... what about the lump from the x-ray? Let me quote - "We didn't look at her chest, I wouldn't have been able to clearly see that mass". WHAT? Excuse me pumpkin - were you not aware why we were here? Did you read the chart? Did you verify you had the right dog and what the F you looking for???? Oh yeah good news nothing has spread - we haven't confirmed anything!!! Now, no, I did not go off on that bit of a rant... but I did ask what was the point of this exercise if it didn't answer any of the questions I needed answered! He said the doctor would call me... that was MONDAY. Haven't heard from that slice of pumpkin pie yet either... tomorrow when my Vet is back in the office -we're going to chat. Violet is an old girl, and I'm not putting her through anymore of this. Load up the drugs doc and we're done.
Heartless? No, practical and logical, and prudent...yes... you rip me off once -- that's all you get. Can't bother to call me in 2 days - we are so done with you. Now if I saw this dog was suffering and all sorts of bad things were going on - also different story, but she spent an hour outside with me yesterday afternoon, running around the yard (it was 60 degrees!!) she's eating regularly, and she's generally doing the things she usually does. Case closed. Well mostly, she needs some new pain meds.
And breathe..... that was Monday - oh yeah and toss in dinner, dishes, and a girl's group meeting just for fun!
Tuesday - the alarm went off at 4:30, and again at 4:40 and lastly at 4:50 A(blessed)M; up showered, tend to pups, make a quick lunch and zip out the door to meet Mr. Carpool. Then work all day Tuesday was BUSY - who books meetings at 10, 11, 12, and 1?? Oh yeah me. Well the 1 o'clock meeting is via phone, so one can eat lunch and still be listening intently. The other meetings just got stacked that way due to personnel availability. You'd think these people had other things to do ... yeesh.
So work all day Tuesday; then drop off carpooler, pick up dry cleaning, home, nice weather, note backyard needs 'scooped' so in a fit of I don't know what went outside, scooped up the back yard, chatted up the neighbor, came inside, loaded up the food buckets (from 40 pound bag to more manageable plastic containers), fed the dogs, finally finished up with sleeping bag clean up (it was borrowed needed washed finally did that and left out after in dryer to make 100% sure it was DRY.) got that all rolled up, loaded up the dishwasher, washed the rest, defrosted, spiced and cooked chicken, then made spicy 'slaw' for lettuce wraps that was dinner. Ate dinner not expecting Bubba home at a decent hour, he called just as I finished up on his way. Go figure. Fed Bubba, sat down to watch a bit of hockey.. and was sound asleep on the couch by 9:00 PM... or something like that as I don't remember seeing the end of the second period and we were on 40 minute DVR delay. Woke up, let the dogs out and in, fed them evening meds, and we all went to bed. I for some reason popped awake at 2:30 thinking I was late - was not... visited the rest room, and prompted went back to sleep.
This morning - again that alarm went off... up moving, pups, me, out at work and wondering why... tonight a massage is scheduled and I am SO happy about that ... tomorrow night my first meeting with Women in Technology. A group my mentor said I should join - well she said professional organization and this one appealed to me. I still have to write my expense justifications letter for it - and I will get to that today too... oh yeah and I've got some Rainbow stuff to deal with and researching doctors I need to pick a night for Weight Watchers as part of my "counseling" requirement with my weight loss surgery - oh and I need to make sure I'm working out as my work health insurance program is calling every 3 weeks for my new "healthy habits" program which gives me $75 off my health care costs, and if I complete the program another $75 at the end of year...anything else on my plate?
Oh yeah!! I got a message from a friend wants me to take an office for her -- Bubba is ticked but it's once a month... I don't know I have to kick it around. I don't have much time for that decision.
We have pretty much decided not to go with friends to Israel, as the cost is 10K for both of us, and frankly if I get the surgery it will cause issues as I will only be months out and the doctor wasn't keen on that idea. So maybe a cruise pre-surgery with some other friends. Vacations are better when you are not trapped alone with your husband aren't they? ;-) (KIDDING! - mostly).
OK... so I think I need to go make a list and have a sub list and perhaps maybe get some work done today. And perhaps figure out a way to get a nap... like at 8:30 tonight. Did I mention Saturday was booked too? Oh yeah, and Bubba's birthday is tomorrow.. oh crud I forgot to get that thing to Nana... emailing now...
I'll sleep when I'm dead. Later.
Oil change done, off to the post office for stamps, then to the car wash where the sales guy stated there was some chip that wasn't going to wash out and it needed tended to... bla bla I want the car washed; and the dog hair sucked out - how much? OK so car washed, then call while that was in progress from folks who want to rent our lodge ... instead of 12 Noon can we make 11:15. Ur - ah - sure, quick call to Bubba, as I didn't have the realtor's number handy, note the time, head off to Kohl's to return a sweater combo my mother in law bought for me (or bought with someone else in mind... because it didn't fit, and it SO wasn't me!) ANY way - got a store credit, blinked at the number and made plans to come back and go shopping!!! So made my way to the lodge, met up, showed around, chatted up, and done. Headed back to Kohl's spend my gift card, and about that amount plus, got 4 new pairs of pants, a sweater and 2 pair of sunglasses for basically $80. (after gift card so total $150) I hit the sale rack hard. I went in for 2 pairs of pants... and kinda went a little nuts I think. Or there is a trigger that snaps when Bubba starts in about trying to spend 10% less than we did last year... OK honey I won't buy a new car! I do believe that will be a good reduction from last year. :-)
Moving on... got done there, headed to the grocery store, shopped for the week, came home unloaded, sat down for 45 minutes then loaded up Violet, and ticked off Shelby, and back to the internist Vet for an ultrasound. As you may or may not recall from the ongoing saga of Miss Violet, bump in chest x-ray, said it might be the big C (Cancer) ... so they do the ultrasound, 40 minutes which I kill with my trusty Kindle... she comes back out shaved belly but no worse for wear... into an exam room, we wait then in walks this 15 year old radiologist - (yeah yeah He's not Dogie Houser - but still BABY face) Digressing... this doctor tells me the good news is her abdomen is clear, nothing that isn't supposed to be there and her spleen didn't grow back. (yuck, yuck, yuck - Oh lucky me I get the Jay Leno of vet radiologist). So then I ask the million dollar question... what about the lump from the x-ray? Let me quote - "We didn't look at her chest, I wouldn't have been able to clearly see that mass". WHAT? Excuse me pumpkin - were you not aware why we were here? Did you read the chart? Did you verify you had the right dog and what the F you looking for???? Oh yeah good news nothing has spread - we haven't confirmed anything!!! Now, no, I did not go off on that bit of a rant... but I did ask what was the point of this exercise if it didn't answer any of the questions I needed answered! He said the doctor would call me... that was MONDAY. Haven't heard from that slice of pumpkin pie yet either... tomorrow when my Vet is back in the office -we're going to chat. Violet is an old girl, and I'm not putting her through anymore of this. Load up the drugs doc and we're done.
Heartless? No, practical and logical, and prudent...yes... you rip me off once -- that's all you get. Can't bother to call me in 2 days - we are so done with you. Now if I saw this dog was suffering and all sorts of bad things were going on - also different story, but she spent an hour outside with me yesterday afternoon, running around the yard (it was 60 degrees!!) she's eating regularly, and she's generally doing the things she usually does. Case closed. Well mostly, she needs some new pain meds.
And breathe..... that was Monday - oh yeah and toss in dinner, dishes, and a girl's group meeting just for fun!
Tuesday - the alarm went off at 4:30, and again at 4:40 and lastly at 4:50 A(blessed)M; up showered, tend to pups, make a quick lunch and zip out the door to meet Mr. Carpool. Then work all day Tuesday was BUSY - who books meetings at 10, 11, 12, and 1?? Oh yeah me. Well the 1 o'clock meeting is via phone, so one can eat lunch and still be listening intently. The other meetings just got stacked that way due to personnel availability. You'd think these people had other things to do ... yeesh.
So work all day Tuesday; then drop off carpooler, pick up dry cleaning, home, nice weather, note backyard needs 'scooped' so in a fit of I don't know what went outside, scooped up the back yard, chatted up the neighbor, came inside, loaded up the food buckets (from 40 pound bag to more manageable plastic containers), fed the dogs, finally finished up with sleeping bag clean up (it was borrowed needed washed finally did that and left out after in dryer to make 100% sure it was DRY.) got that all rolled up, loaded up the dishwasher, washed the rest, defrosted, spiced and cooked chicken, then made spicy 'slaw' for lettuce wraps that was dinner. Ate dinner not expecting Bubba home at a decent hour, he called just as I finished up on his way. Go figure. Fed Bubba, sat down to watch a bit of hockey.. and was sound asleep on the couch by 9:00 PM... or something like that as I don't remember seeing the end of the second period and we were on 40 minute DVR delay. Woke up, let the dogs out and in, fed them evening meds, and we all went to bed. I for some reason popped awake at 2:30 thinking I was late - was not... visited the rest room, and prompted went back to sleep.
This morning - again that alarm went off... up moving, pups, me, out at work and wondering why... tonight a massage is scheduled and I am SO happy about that ... tomorrow night my first meeting with Women in Technology. A group my mentor said I should join - well she said professional organization and this one appealed to me. I still have to write my expense justifications letter for it - and I will get to that today too... oh yeah and I've got some Rainbow stuff to deal with and researching doctors I need to pick a night for Weight Watchers as part of my "counseling" requirement with my weight loss surgery - oh and I need to make sure I'm working out as my work health insurance program is calling every 3 weeks for my new "healthy habits" program which gives me $75 off my health care costs, and if I complete the program another $75 at the end of year...anything else on my plate?
Oh yeah!! I got a message from a friend wants me to take an office for her -- Bubba is ticked but it's once a month... I don't know I have to kick it around. I don't have much time for that decision.
We have pretty much decided not to go with friends to Israel, as the cost is 10K for both of us, and frankly if I get the surgery it will cause issues as I will only be months out and the doctor wasn't keen on that idea. So maybe a cruise pre-surgery with some other friends. Vacations are better when you are not trapped alone with your husband aren't they? ;-) (KIDDING! - mostly).
OK... so I think I need to go make a list and have a sub list and perhaps maybe get some work done today. And perhaps figure out a way to get a nap... like at 8:30 tonight. Did I mention Saturday was booked too? Oh yeah, and Bubba's birthday is tomorrow.. oh crud I forgot to get that thing to Nana... emailing now...
I'll sleep when I'm dead. Later.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Welcome to Sunday...
Which as you know is one of my favorite days of the week, made even better to be followed by Holiday Monday - which means we made plans for Power Grid tonight. Addicted neighbor called junkie power grid-er over here and ta-da we have plans.
Right now I am frankly avoiding the other 600 things I should be doing. Of course then I stop, go deal with laundry and return to the keyboard... after I got up and remembered why I went upstairs which yes included the paper recycle run from the office - but I knew there was something else... couldn't remember down stairs, started to blog - remembered - when back upstairs and pulled the chicken out of the freezer for dinner - I need help. I've got serious CRS. (can't remember 'stuff').
Bubba is in the other room bouncing between football and hockey so he is in guy heaven.
Let me go off on a small tangent here... Bubba sitting in his chair, me, usually sitting on the couch my nose (now) buried in a Kindle things are nice, quiet for the TV, dogs usually sleeping... then Turrets Bubba comes out and he SHOUTS at me just my name or the nickname du jour... I'm 3 feet away from him. And there is nothing else - just 'ING!" then he goes back to his TV coma. It's like Bubba sonar - he has to Ping me at full volume to make sure I'm still sitting over there. He keeps this crap up when I'm, say, 85 I'll drop dead. THEN where will he be? Heck he does it to me now when I am dead asleep on the couch - and it's a shock to my sleeping system. But when I ask him what he wants or with inserted football word; I just either get stupid smiling Bubba or ignore me Bubba as the game, movie or TV show has returned to the screen. What the heck?!!! And he does it while I'm in here avoiding work.. commerical comes on and ING! without anything else to follow.
I have no answers for this bit of stupidity other than maybe somewhere in his childhood his mother went off for more cleaning products and left him home alone. So he feels the need to shout to ensure the people in the house are accounted for on a regular interval. Or maybe he's just annoying on a molecular level and this is the price I am paying for some sin in a past life. Frankly I'm beginning to wonder if I wasn't Marie Antoinette in a past life... I'm working off something big!
Yesterday was Girl's group day... up and moving, showered, dressed, packed, and Bubba and I enjoyed breakfast together and timed it well!! We walked in place half empty 15 minutes later packed with a wait! I had a good 45 minutes to kill waiting for girls - it was peaceful. Meeting went fine, girls need some practice, and the dance was fine. LOUD and full of whiny teenagers who want to go home... but fine. I got my reports done, except for one - perhaps I should follow my own advice and read the emails more carefully. Whoops.
Now I have today to do what I want, including laundry, dishes, dinner and of course power grid. Tomorrow is oil change, car wash, grocery shopping, lodge appointment, ultra sound for Violet, Girls' group meeting and the ever popular make lunches, clean up and prep for next week.
Now the tale of Miss Violet... they found a blob on her x-ray doc says not a big deal, radiologist says - might be cancer. OK - might be, Ultra sound Monday, MAY tell us more - then CT scan? Um - I hate to ask - can't we put a needle in this and check it? Unless that CT is a definite - I'm not so sure we're going to deal with all this. Poor girl is 12 - upper range for coon hounds. Like mid 80's for people and do I want to put this poor dog through all that? I made these mistakes with the beagle and I feared he suffered in the end and I don't want that again. So we're holding all options until Monday and maybe some more definite answers.
I have to wonder also if I'm burying my worry about Violet and whatever else because lately I have had some crazy dreams - for some reason half the time I end up back at college, or somewhere where I have NO idea where I am and who knows what else? Either that or lay off the cheese and zippy spice chips before bed. Who knows. ;-)
All right off to up load some insurance docs, and research some doctors and just maybe get things in order today. (insert hysterical laughter --here)
Right now I am frankly avoiding the other 600 things I should be doing. Of course then I stop, go deal with laundry and return to the keyboard... after I got up and remembered why I went upstairs which yes included the paper recycle run from the office - but I knew there was something else... couldn't remember down stairs, started to blog - remembered - when back upstairs and pulled the chicken out of the freezer for dinner - I need help. I've got serious CRS. (can't remember 'stuff').
Bubba is in the other room bouncing between football and hockey so he is in guy heaven.
Let me go off on a small tangent here... Bubba sitting in his chair, me, usually sitting on the couch my nose (now) buried in a Kindle things are nice, quiet for the TV, dogs usually sleeping... then Turrets Bubba comes out and he SHOUTS at me just my name or the nickname du jour... I'm 3 feet away from him. And there is nothing else - just 'ING!" then he goes back to his TV coma. It's like Bubba sonar - he has to Ping me at full volume to make sure I'm still sitting over there. He keeps this crap up when I'm, say, 85 I'll drop dead. THEN where will he be? Heck he does it to me now when I am dead asleep on the couch - and it's a shock to my sleeping system. But when I ask him what he wants or with inserted football word; I just either get stupid smiling Bubba or ignore me Bubba as the game, movie or TV show has returned to the screen. What the heck?!!! And he does it while I'm in here avoiding work.. commerical comes on and ING! without anything else to follow.
I have no answers for this bit of stupidity other than maybe somewhere in his childhood his mother went off for more cleaning products and left him home alone. So he feels the need to shout to ensure the people in the house are accounted for on a regular interval. Or maybe he's just annoying on a molecular level and this is the price I am paying for some sin in a past life. Frankly I'm beginning to wonder if I wasn't Marie Antoinette in a past life... I'm working off something big!
Yesterday was Girl's group day... up and moving, showered, dressed, packed, and Bubba and I enjoyed breakfast together and timed it well!! We walked in place half empty 15 minutes later packed with a wait! I had a good 45 minutes to kill waiting for girls - it was peaceful. Meeting went fine, girls need some practice, and the dance was fine. LOUD and full of whiny teenagers who want to go home... but fine. I got my reports done, except for one - perhaps I should follow my own advice and read the emails more carefully. Whoops.
Now I have today to do what I want, including laundry, dishes, dinner and of course power grid. Tomorrow is oil change, car wash, grocery shopping, lodge appointment, ultra sound for Violet, Girls' group meeting and the ever popular make lunches, clean up and prep for next week.
Now the tale of Miss Violet... they found a blob on her x-ray doc says not a big deal, radiologist says - might be cancer. OK - might be, Ultra sound Monday, MAY tell us more - then CT scan? Um - I hate to ask - can't we put a needle in this and check it? Unless that CT is a definite - I'm not so sure we're going to deal with all this. Poor girl is 12 - upper range for coon hounds. Like mid 80's for people and do I want to put this poor dog through all that? I made these mistakes with the beagle and I feared he suffered in the end and I don't want that again. So we're holding all options until Monday and maybe some more definite answers.
I have to wonder also if I'm burying my worry about Violet and whatever else because lately I have had some crazy dreams - for some reason half the time I end up back at college, or somewhere where I have NO idea where I am and who knows what else? Either that or lay off the cheese and zippy spice chips before bed. Who knows. ;-)
All right off to up load some insurance docs, and research some doctors and just maybe get things in order today. (insert hysterical laughter --here)
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Modern Medical " Vet Science"
I used the "notations" because it seems to me that the cost is the first issue, then figuring out what might be wrong with my old girl is second.
First a tale to raise Bubba into a new light - I am in a carpool, upside pretty set hours, and schedule, down side, no flexibility. So with darling Bubba working closer to home, we spoke Tuesday post scheduling the Wednesday appointment, and he did indeed volunteer! to get Miss Violet to the vet, and I would meet them there. And it worked! He did it - he was on time and life was pretty groovy. He stuck around a while, of course grumping about the expense for not a great ROI (Return on investment). He did go back to work about 4:45, and made it home about 9:00 PM. (we'll get back to THAT in a bit)
So yesterday Miss Violet was at the internist. They reviewed her records, the doctor is aware of her story, as our vet has spoken directly to her, and round and round. Of course by the time I got there Bubba was struggling to answer questions, what drugs is she on, when did he eat last, consistency and regularity of digestive output... he did know what food she ate.. bully Bubba. We got past that, they took another blood pressure, apparently the one Tuesday was on the "mellow side" - as she was on big comfy pillow and almost sleeping, while this one she was forced to sit, no pillow just a towel and not really happy about - this time is was up a bit more... go figure. Still all within normal ranges. So poke and prod, doggie not too happy, then back for some chest x-rays, they had one minor bump, looked like nothing, tech will read CAREFULLY and let us know... probably tomorrow. Miss Violet has a tummy ultrasound Monday afternoon and frankly if I get another "it could be a number of things" we are SO done. Frankly if it's seriously bad news we may still be done... after all she's a big dog and she's 12-13 years old (rescue not 100% sure) plus lessons learned with our beagle... we will make decisions when we have to... and not one minute before. (shaking away the bad ju-ju)
So - Miss Violet is on new pain meds as she's old and has some spinal issues and her hips are going and the one she was on is like aspirin to us -thinning blood and possible internal issues don't mix. Still on antibiotics so that is helping with the anemia and tonight I am grateful that I don't have to visit a vet - and I'm sure so is Violet. I am however, grateful both dogs happily eat peanut butter! smother pill(s) in creamy peanut butter stick out finger and it's gone in a matter of moments. Twice a day, and make sure the washable throw rug is under Shelby when you twist off the peanut butter jar.. that turns her into Hooch of the drool-y water fountain.
As I was leaving the big animal hospital last night the big guy above reminded me in his subtle way how truly lucky I am! As we were coming out, out came dog her head all completely twisted like looking sideways at something to the side, and her back legs weren't working at all... it took her owner and a tech to get her outside and I looked down at my tired girl with her white face and said thank you for the small blessings I've got.
Loaded up, headed home, Shelby on full bark alert and seriously ticked at being put OUTSIDE when it was raining. She so doesn't like that idea. Inside, fed, watered, loved, changed my clothes actually cooked dinner, ate it and was enjoying my time with the remote. Of course pop goes the Zen when Bubba calls about 8:45 PM wanting to know what I was doing and would I feed him dinner. I'm enjoying my evening, and it's on the stove, put it in a bowl and have it pumpkin. Of course he gets home and asks me if I've gotten the mail - frankly I hadn't thought about it until he asked... so the answer was No. Of course then darling Bubba MUST go back out into the rain go get the mail because life will be over if he doesn't check. And in a fist bump to the big guy - there was nothing in there.. which makes him even more nuts. LOL... I shouldn't but still... we'll discuss his mail thing later. So he heads up stairs and asks me to make him dinner - i.e. put it in a bowl and hot it up... as I remind him to say please I stupidly go up stairs and do it!!! I don't know what's wrong with me either!!! But its better than listening to him bitch and whine for 30 minutes because poor pampered Bubba had to server himself dinner.. (yes it's happened before). So I loaded up, set in microwave, and told him "its in the mic!" He got himself put together and it was all good.
Of course as I grumbled my way to the bathroom at 5:00 AM in the morning no less - there he lay snoring and taking my pillow.. I think the first good snow Shelby will have to come up and show him how cold it is outside - with a snow covered doggie paw... (insert evil grin here!)
Today work has been busy, and that's good, tomorrow will be semi-busy and that's ok too... weekend is booked with girl's group day and a quiet Sunday - still debating who to cheer for in terms of football... definitely will probably be a Texan fan for a few hours... as far as a Denver fan.... well have you see that new undies ad with a half nikked Tim Tebow? Serious hotty... if you're not a happily married woman of 20 plus years. (cough)
Still want to see him go down in flames... is that wrong?
First a tale to raise Bubba into a new light - I am in a carpool, upside pretty set hours, and schedule, down side, no flexibility. So with darling Bubba working closer to home, we spoke Tuesday post scheduling the Wednesday appointment, and he did indeed volunteer! to get Miss Violet to the vet, and I would meet them there. And it worked! He did it - he was on time and life was pretty groovy. He stuck around a while, of course grumping about the expense for not a great ROI (Return on investment). He did go back to work about 4:45, and made it home about 9:00 PM. (we'll get back to THAT in a bit)
So yesterday Miss Violet was at the internist. They reviewed her records, the doctor is aware of her story, as our vet has spoken directly to her, and round and round. Of course by the time I got there Bubba was struggling to answer questions, what drugs is she on, when did he eat last, consistency and regularity of digestive output... he did know what food she ate.. bully Bubba. We got past that, they took another blood pressure, apparently the one Tuesday was on the "mellow side" - as she was on big comfy pillow and almost sleeping, while this one she was forced to sit, no pillow just a towel and not really happy about - this time is was up a bit more... go figure. Still all within normal ranges. So poke and prod, doggie not too happy, then back for some chest x-rays, they had one minor bump, looked like nothing, tech will read CAREFULLY and let us know... probably tomorrow. Miss Violet has a tummy ultrasound Monday afternoon and frankly if I get another "it could be a number of things" we are SO done. Frankly if it's seriously bad news we may still be done... after all she's a big dog and she's 12-13 years old (rescue not 100% sure) plus lessons learned with our beagle... we will make decisions when we have to... and not one minute before. (shaking away the bad ju-ju)
So - Miss Violet is on new pain meds as she's old and has some spinal issues and her hips are going and the one she was on is like aspirin to us -thinning blood and possible internal issues don't mix. Still on antibiotics so that is helping with the anemia and tonight I am grateful that I don't have to visit a vet - and I'm sure so is Violet. I am however, grateful both dogs happily eat peanut butter! smother pill(s) in creamy peanut butter stick out finger and it's gone in a matter of moments. Twice a day, and make sure the washable throw rug is under Shelby when you twist off the peanut butter jar.. that turns her into Hooch of the drool-y water fountain.
As I was leaving the big animal hospital last night the big guy above reminded me in his subtle way how truly lucky I am! As we were coming out, out came dog her head all completely twisted like looking sideways at something to the side, and her back legs weren't working at all... it took her owner and a tech to get her outside and I looked down at my tired girl with her white face and said thank you for the small blessings I've got.
Loaded up, headed home, Shelby on full bark alert and seriously ticked at being put OUTSIDE when it was raining. She so doesn't like that idea. Inside, fed, watered, loved, changed my clothes actually cooked dinner, ate it and was enjoying my time with the remote. Of course pop goes the Zen when Bubba calls about 8:45 PM wanting to know what I was doing and would I feed him dinner. I'm enjoying my evening, and it's on the stove, put it in a bowl and have it pumpkin. Of course he gets home and asks me if I've gotten the mail - frankly I hadn't thought about it until he asked... so the answer was No. Of course then darling Bubba MUST go back out into the rain go get the mail because life will be over if he doesn't check. And in a fist bump to the big guy - there was nothing in there.. which makes him even more nuts. LOL... I shouldn't but still... we'll discuss his mail thing later. So he heads up stairs and asks me to make him dinner - i.e. put it in a bowl and hot it up... as I remind him to say please I stupidly go up stairs and do it!!! I don't know what's wrong with me either!!! But its better than listening to him bitch and whine for 30 minutes because poor pampered Bubba had to server himself dinner.. (yes it's happened before). So I loaded up, set in microwave, and told him "its in the mic!" He got himself put together and it was all good.
Of course as I grumbled my way to the bathroom at 5:00 AM in the morning no less - there he lay snoring and taking my pillow.. I think the first good snow Shelby will have to come up and show him how cold it is outside - with a snow covered doggie paw... (insert evil grin here!)
Today work has been busy, and that's good, tomorrow will be semi-busy and that's ok too... weekend is booked with girl's group day and a quiet Sunday - still debating who to cheer for in terms of football... definitely will probably be a Texan fan for a few hours... as far as a Denver fan.... well have you see that new undies ad with a half nikked Tim Tebow? Serious hotty... if you're not a happily married woman of 20 plus years. (cough)
Still want to see him go down in flames... is that wrong?
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
OK - Exhale.. for now.
Made my way to the Neurologist this morning with Miss Violet. We arrived, without much fuss or issue, and were indeed 30 minutes early. So got out, walked her a bit, she did all the necessary doggie things, and of course I cleaned up our own mess. Thanks to the Imperial County of Maryland in which I live, bags are now 5 cents a piece. So I now carry not only the reusable bags but the plastic bags as well. So that was a 5 cent pooper scooper. We won't mention that to Bubba. will we? And when I start to run low - I'll go grocery shopping in VA and stock up.
So walked and good and cold - me and the dog, we head inside. 20 minutes early for the amount of money I figured I was about to drop - they could keep us warm for 20 minutes. In we go, we have to go upstairs - oh groovy -tried the elevator - didn't know the old girl had breaks that worked that well still. OK no elevator - up the stairs by the time we got up there I'm sure the two ladies sitting at the front desk wondered what the heck I was doing! Come on Vi -- no --not down --up --here ---come on girl... yeah first dork of the day - yahoo lucky me. Added to the fact I've got my purse, her on a leash, my coffee mug and my kindle... rube of the day - entered at 8:49 AM. Yeah.
So we filled out a bit of paperwork, Violet sniffed around, and they had these nice big beds laying on the floor. Violet sniffed each to find just the spot she wanted, started to hound wound and every tech, admin and nurse came out to fuss over her. "oh sweet girl, sweet puppy" - cannot complain about the service or staff there! So finally we are brought into an exam room and -- oh look another big bed. Violet did not hesitate. We reviewed her wide and varied medial history - only to find out the event of 2010 they transcribed as 2011 - makes a difference. So we re-reviewed her medical history - by now pampered pup has found her spot and is laying down on the giant pillow and for the moment is content. OK so met nurse, now Doctor, and her trusty resident, they take Violet for her exam. I break out the Kindle and sit. They return Violet and team and tell me - well.... she has some Neurological issues - but nothing that isn't truly old age. The doctor didn't want to run a lot of invasive, expensive tests when she thought the anemia was the bigger issue. And Exhale - no MRI, no putting her under, no major bills - for this. OK then. Checked out for the low low price of $275. Headed home, back via the Historic White's Ferry - a very nice ride home for several reasons. First, the doc didn't think this was all in her head (har har) and the weather was warm, and there were 2 cars on the ferry and I got to chat up the ticket taker guy. Likes days like today - hated yesterday, spitting snow, grey and cold... I imagine life for him in January and February aren't much fun... but April and May must be glorious!
Digressing yes I know.
Talked to OUR Vet as I pulled into the parking lot for lunch - I got Chipole for lunch - sue me - I haven't had one in forever and well there was stress and yes it is wrong to eat in response to that... whatever. I had a big lunch, now I will make a casserole for dinner and it will warm over just fine when Bubba finally decides to wander home... its the end of year accounting and life is got good for Bubba - so we say OK fine and figure we'll see him in March - maybe April. Like it's that big of an impact on my life. Any -way... so next plan of action is make an appointment with the other specialist our Vet has been talking to, which I have done, and it will be a dash from work to that appointment. What fun! I have spent my afternoon, on the computer, checked company email, finished a few things putzed, blogged, and then figured when the cleaning lady was done I'd be a vegetable for a bit and wonder what to do with my evening. I supposed I could get my Rainbow Girls Paperwork done - and frankly it's not a bad idea. That way it's done and I can tuck it away and Bubba won't spend 30 minutes whining at me about "lodge crap".
Ok I have to go order Bubba some new cell phone covers.... third or fourth one in however - I've had one. And I have got to get this box of stuff mailed to my sister and return the sweater my mother-in-law bought me... although I do believe she has never looked at me... I have - well a chest - and there are a lot of garments that don't fit well-- including almost everything she's ever bought me... ah well.
I may find something entertaining to share with the world later - but then again why start now eh?
Stay warm.
So walked and good and cold - me and the dog, we head inside. 20 minutes early for the amount of money I figured I was about to drop - they could keep us warm for 20 minutes. In we go, we have to go upstairs - oh groovy -tried the elevator - didn't know the old girl had breaks that worked that well still. OK no elevator - up the stairs by the time we got up there I'm sure the two ladies sitting at the front desk wondered what the heck I was doing! Come on Vi -- no --not down --up --here ---come on girl... yeah first dork of the day - yahoo lucky me. Added to the fact I've got my purse, her on a leash, my coffee mug and my kindle... rube of the day - entered at 8:49 AM. Yeah.
So we filled out a bit of paperwork, Violet sniffed around, and they had these nice big beds laying on the floor. Violet sniffed each to find just the spot she wanted, started to hound wound and every tech, admin and nurse came out to fuss over her. "oh sweet girl, sweet puppy" - cannot complain about the service or staff there! So finally we are brought into an exam room and -- oh look another big bed. Violet did not hesitate. We reviewed her wide and varied medial history - only to find out the event of 2010 they transcribed as 2011 - makes a difference. So we re-reviewed her medical history - by now pampered pup has found her spot and is laying down on the giant pillow and for the moment is content. OK so met nurse, now Doctor, and her trusty resident, they take Violet for her exam. I break out the Kindle and sit. They return Violet and team and tell me - well.... she has some Neurological issues - but nothing that isn't truly old age. The doctor didn't want to run a lot of invasive, expensive tests when she thought the anemia was the bigger issue. And Exhale - no MRI, no putting her under, no major bills - for this. OK then. Checked out for the low low price of $275. Headed home, back via the Historic White's Ferry - a very nice ride home for several reasons. First, the doc didn't think this was all in her head (har har) and the weather was warm, and there were 2 cars on the ferry and I got to chat up the ticket taker guy. Likes days like today - hated yesterday, spitting snow, grey and cold... I imagine life for him in January and February aren't much fun... but April and May must be glorious!
Digressing yes I know.
Talked to OUR Vet as I pulled into the parking lot for lunch - I got Chipole for lunch - sue me - I haven't had one in forever and well there was stress and yes it is wrong to eat in response to that... whatever. I had a big lunch, now I will make a casserole for dinner and it will warm over just fine when Bubba finally decides to wander home... its the end of year accounting and life is got good for Bubba - so we say OK fine and figure we'll see him in March - maybe April. Like it's that big of an impact on my life. Any -way... so next plan of action is make an appointment with the other specialist our Vet has been talking to, which I have done, and it will be a dash from work to that appointment. What fun! I have spent my afternoon, on the computer, checked company email, finished a few things putzed, blogged, and then figured when the cleaning lady was done I'd be a vegetable for a bit and wonder what to do with my evening. I supposed I could get my Rainbow Girls Paperwork done - and frankly it's not a bad idea. That way it's done and I can tuck it away and Bubba won't spend 30 minutes whining at me about "lodge crap".
Ok I have to go order Bubba some new cell phone covers.... third or fourth one in however - I've had one. And I have got to get this box of stuff mailed to my sister and return the sweater my mother-in-law bought me... although I do believe she has never looked at me... I have - well a chest - and there are a lot of garments that don't fit well-- including almost everything she's ever bought me... ah well.
I may find something entertaining to share with the world later - but then again why start now eh?
Stay warm.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Mark the date
Because today, January 9th, 9 small days into a new flipping year and karma has already hit puree on my Zen. First there was what today is now being called (heaven help me) the "Mile High Miracle". barf Yeah Yeah, they won the game - way to go boys, you beat the 2nd string- rookie- laden -beat up and oh yeah let's toss a guy who played high school ball we found in the parking lot on our way in. Bravo. I will give you credit there was no desecration of the Terrible Towel; you boys may live to fight another day.... like until next Sunday.
And if I were a betting gal - take the OVER on that game... no defense to speak of in New England... now if the Texans could just beat the Baltimore Birdies... ah screw it - football season is over, I have taken my 30 lumps today from co-workers...I have bigger issues - and the the bigger reason why the new year is not started off on a happy note.
Yes, Miss Violet if it is possible she looks more pathetic than ever. Standing looked painful for this pup this morning so I called the Vet, gave him the update, he made a few phone calls if we were going internist or neurologist... he called back. Violet is going to get her brain scanned. I have to take the day off of work, 90 minutes for the appointment, then probably MRI and they want you close - and then a diagnostic estimate. ESTIMATE! (Did you hear Bubba's credit cards crying?). Basically I have spent 2K before I walk in the door of this place - in Northern VA - and the appointment is at 9 AM. Heaven help me. Have kindle will travel.
I can promise tonight when I get home, she'll be perky and happy and fine... and I will have to just bang my head against the wall listening to Bubba tell me she's now fine - and why am I keeping the appointment?
Right now - planning on another "stay"-cation this year....
Stay tuned - IF I had a lap top I could blog at the doctors - can't work away from the office but if I have a chunk of time I might try and hot seat close by if I can. The way my luck has been running - probably not.
Stay tuned.. for that drama. Off to pull up the directions - and make a list for tomorrow to ensure I've got power and plugs with me... at least I will be in jeans and sweatshirts tomorrow. I'd rather be at work and have happy dogs.
Ok this post is just depressing - stay tuned for what I am sure will be another round of "we don't know what is wrong with your dog" and Bubba screaming about the money.
I'm off to find something -- anything -- to move this day along a little quicker... and maybe this whole week...
Because it is...
And if I were a betting gal - take the OVER on that game... no defense to speak of in New England... now if the Texans could just beat the Baltimore Birdies... ah screw it - football season is over, I have taken my 30 lumps today from co-workers...I have bigger issues - and the the bigger reason why the new year is not started off on a happy note.
Yes, Miss Violet if it is possible she looks more pathetic than ever. Standing looked painful for this pup this morning so I called the Vet, gave him the update, he made a few phone calls if we were going internist or neurologist... he called back. Violet is going to get her brain scanned. I have to take the day off of work, 90 minutes for the appointment, then probably MRI and they want you close - and then a diagnostic estimate. ESTIMATE! (Did you hear Bubba's credit cards crying?). Basically I have spent 2K before I walk in the door of this place - in Northern VA - and the appointment is at 9 AM. Heaven help me. Have kindle will travel.
I can promise tonight when I get home, she'll be perky and happy and fine... and I will have to just bang my head against the wall listening to Bubba tell me she's now fine - and why am I keeping the appointment?
Right now - planning on another "stay"-cation this year....
Stay tuned - IF I had a lap top I could blog at the doctors - can't work away from the office but if I have a chunk of time I might try and hot seat close by if I can. The way my luck has been running - probably not.
Stay tuned.. for that drama. Off to pull up the directions - and make a list for tomorrow to ensure I've got power and plugs with me... at least I will be in jeans and sweatshirts tomorrow. I'd rather be at work and have happy dogs.
Ok this post is just depressing - stay tuned for what I am sure will be another round of "we don't know what is wrong with your dog" and Bubba screaming about the money.
I'm off to find something -- anything -- to move this day along a little quicker... and maybe this whole week...
Because it is...
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Color me AMAZED!
The party last night was something else!!! The Smithsonian was something else! HUGE - and food, was GREAT - the company was fab and I ran into ALL kinds of people I knew! It blew me away! Bubba of course was ticked as between talking and meeting and greeting and snaring the appetizers walk abouts we didn't get to see as much of the museum as he wanted to -- and they kicked us out at 11:00 PM. By then my dogs were howling to beat the band so I wasn't terribly unhappy about it.. yeah bummed that we didn't have more time to explore but still got a good over view.
I am debating with myself whether or not to write a letter to the nice folks to paid for all that - in hopes they find a way to do it again next year! First time I ate well and enjoyed a party. Previous years the story has been go have a meal on the company while having to shout over a band or a DJ with so-so holiday food so friends from work can dress up and go out. Frankly - I'd rather pick the restaurant and go it myself. After last night - I want more of that kind of party!!
Violet today is the same, she was up and moving, ate half her breakfast slept for a bit, gets up with Shelby "the regular" for Shelby's second outside visit, then came back inside finished off breakfast and went back to sleep. Bubba went to work for a bit - and there was a moment or two of peace. Not before which he left me wondering how to boobie trap his chair - and not be home when it happens. But then darling butthead calls and said he wanted to meet up for lunch. Sigh. So we do that, he heads home, with instructions to please start the dishwasher, me off to the grocery store for the week's supplies.
I get home, he manages to open the door for me but doesn't take a bag, or help me unload a thing - thanks honey. Then I see my plate and fork sitting in the sink from the egg I made myself for breakfast - he left it in the sink - and yes managed to remember to start the dishwasher. When I asked darling husband why he didn't think to put plate and fork in the new fangled dish-type washer machine he said "you said it was full so I didn't look". Let me translate - he has specific instructions of where the little soap packets were, where to put in dishwasher said little soap packet and what button to turn the darn thing on... even if he did see the plate in the sink those were not in his instructions and therefore null and void. And you wonder why I blog --- or maybe by now not so much.
So I'm home and I putz, put away the last of my Christmas ware in terms of cookie platters used to haul sandwiches, Christmas glasses, and mug now all clean. Put them all down in the closet, gather up the laundry and get that started - oh and did I mention Bubba actually fixed my dryer! He made mention of the only good use for the Internet was for stuff like this...it was a little switch that had to be replaced that when the door opened turned off the dryer. Apparently this switch decided it had had enough banging from the door and either refused to turn on or turned off when it wanted to - it made drying the clothes quite the adventure - not to mention the darn thing would only turn on for Bubba.
BUT! thanks to the Internet - Bubba found the issue, undid the part, we were headed to the Sears parts place, but Bubba wanted me to call the closer Sears store to see if they had the part. I called they switched to me to national service center, she said they didn't have it, but could order for us - easy-peazy as we have bought appliances from them before so - they had our info on file (won't mention big brother at ALL here) and done. Do we head home to enjoy a task being done? (this was last weekend anyway) No - my darling husband continues to Sears "just to make sure they don't have the part because I wanted to get this done today" 2 January). Let me sum up - he wanted me to call to see if they had the part, then told they didn't, STILL wants to go to the store - just in case. It still makes my head hurt.
Right now I am blogging and the Steelers are on the TV. This boys and girls is so that my blood pressure will again return to a normal number and not "what the F is this?" numbers I'm sure they were 30 or minutes ago. Apparently our defensive line is being held together with duct tape and bubble gum - as is our Quarterback. Now the big rough defensive boys are sitting down because they are hurt - the QB - is still out then forgetting what color HIS team is wearing today.....
Right now down by a touchdown but based upon the crap calls and uttered football words from darling Bubba - it isn't all sunny in Denver right now... and if we do manage to survive this - we have to go to New England? Really? Let Te-bow go and take the over. Who knows they could manage to pull this out - and I'll wake up a size 10 tomorrow.
On a final note, a person with whom I have a volunteer working relationship with is the type of person - who I know is trying to do good things but she does it in such a way that I want to murder her on a frequent and regular basis. Like calling my house during a playoff football game - pumpkin ask your husband - who is almost as equally clueless and just don't. Email me like the rest of the world and leave me alone.... I didn't answer the phone or the cell phone, she left a message I will listen and respond after the football game. Lady I wear black and gold ALL the time - pay attention. Or maybe I should have taken the call... anything to distract me from this mess in Denver....
I guess I'll go fold laundry and ponder my place in the universe.
Let me leave you with this bit of funny.... reading a book (on my kindle!) and there was a word that I must pass along... parsimonious it means unwilling to spend money or use resources.
Google gave me:
I am debating with myself whether or not to write a letter to the nice folks to paid for all that - in hopes they find a way to do it again next year! First time I ate well and enjoyed a party. Previous years the story has been go have a meal on the company while having to shout over a band or a DJ with so-so holiday food so friends from work can dress up and go out. Frankly - I'd rather pick the restaurant and go it myself. After last night - I want more of that kind of party!!
Violet today is the same, she was up and moving, ate half her breakfast slept for a bit, gets up with Shelby "the regular" for Shelby's second outside visit, then came back inside finished off breakfast and went back to sleep. Bubba went to work for a bit - and there was a moment or two of peace. Not before which he left me wondering how to boobie trap his chair - and not be home when it happens. But then darling butthead calls and said he wanted to meet up for lunch. Sigh. So we do that, he heads home, with instructions to please start the dishwasher, me off to the grocery store for the week's supplies.
I get home, he manages to open the door for me but doesn't take a bag, or help me unload a thing - thanks honey. Then I see my plate and fork sitting in the sink from the egg I made myself for breakfast - he left it in the sink - and yes managed to remember to start the dishwasher. When I asked darling husband why he didn't think to put plate and fork in the new fangled dish-type washer machine he said "you said it was full so I didn't look". Let me translate - he has specific instructions of where the little soap packets were, where to put in dishwasher said little soap packet and what button to turn the darn thing on... even if he did see the plate in the sink those were not in his instructions and therefore null and void. And you wonder why I blog --- or maybe by now not so much.
So I'm home and I putz, put away the last of my Christmas ware in terms of cookie platters used to haul sandwiches, Christmas glasses, and mug now all clean. Put them all down in the closet, gather up the laundry and get that started - oh and did I mention Bubba actually fixed my dryer! He made mention of the only good use for the Internet was for stuff like this...it was a little switch that had to be replaced that when the door opened turned off the dryer. Apparently this switch decided it had had enough banging from the door and either refused to turn on or turned off when it wanted to - it made drying the clothes quite the adventure - not to mention the darn thing would only turn on for Bubba.
BUT! thanks to the Internet - Bubba found the issue, undid the part, we were headed to the Sears parts place, but Bubba wanted me to call the closer Sears store to see if they had the part. I called they switched to me to national service center, she said they didn't have it, but could order for us - easy-peazy as we have bought appliances from them before so - they had our info on file (won't mention big brother at ALL here) and done. Do we head home to enjoy a task being done? (this was last weekend anyway) No - my darling husband continues to Sears "just to make sure they don't have the part because I wanted to get this done today" 2 January). Let me sum up - he wanted me to call to see if they had the part, then told they didn't, STILL wants to go to the store - just in case. It still makes my head hurt.
Right now I am blogging and the Steelers are on the TV. This boys and girls is so that my blood pressure will again return to a normal number and not "what the F is this?" numbers I'm sure they were 30 or minutes ago. Apparently our defensive line is being held together with duct tape and bubble gum - as is our Quarterback. Now the big rough defensive boys are sitting down because they are hurt - the QB - is still out then forgetting what color HIS team is wearing today.....
Right now down by a touchdown but based upon the crap calls and uttered football words from darling Bubba - it isn't all sunny in Denver right now... and if we do manage to survive this - we have to go to New England? Really? Let Te-bow go and take the over. Who knows they could manage to pull this out - and I'll wake up a size 10 tomorrow.
On a final note, a person with whom I have a volunteer working relationship with is the type of person - who I know is trying to do good things but she does it in such a way that I want to murder her on a frequent and regular basis. Like calling my house during a playoff football game - pumpkin ask your husband - who is almost as equally clueless and just don't. Email me like the rest of the world and leave me alone.... I didn't answer the phone or the cell phone, she left a message I will listen and respond after the football game. Lady I wear black and gold ALL the time - pay attention. Or maybe I should have taken the call... anything to distract me from this mess in Denver....
I guess I'll go fold laundry and ponder my place in the universe.
Let me leave you with this bit of funny.... reading a book (on my kindle!) and there was a word that I must pass along... parsimonious it means unwilling to spend money or use resources.
Google gave me:
2: sparing, restrained
Sound like anyone we know and love??
Oh yeah going to have to find a way to use that one.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Shhh... it's been almost a week...
Since Violet has decided the Vet needed another Porsche payment... I kid because I can. She's doing better, but not 100% So we'll see what payments we can make for a possible specialist, its either her inners or her head - i.e. internist or neurologist. FOR A DOG. And an older gal at that but there is a limit on her suffering and Bubba's. ;-)
I am amazed when we discussed my chubby doctor's situation of not being a member of any insurance group that he didn't wig out. He did ask me to do some more research which I had already planned to do - so nothing overly major there. Just when you think you've got the old boy pegged he pulls that on you. Ah well. He was also equally cool about me making stuff for a Lodge function this morning - mostly because I would be getting paid back for my supplies - mostly. I had half the stuff in my fridge and what I did buy was to replace what was at home - including the crappy mayo he bought. Pay an extra .50 cents for the Hellman's light honey - the store brand SUCKS. Of course I used that for the egg salad - and some good stuff why make everyone suffer? Speaking of egg salad - I can't tell you all how the ladies doing the lunch gushed and fought over MY flipping egg salad - yes egg salad on white bread buns. It don't get more suburban than that does it boys and girls? One woman said " you make the best egg salad do you put something extra in it?" The filter kicked in before I blurted dog hair - because well you know - eeewwww... I did however, laugh and say I always volunteer to do egg salad because I'm not a great cook and it don't take much to boil and peel an egg, add mayo, mustard salt and pepper. Literally. These women are going nuts over mayo, hard boiled eggs and mustard. Go figure. I mean I like it - but hey there are days the oober white chick comes screaming out of me - my medium must be egg salad sandwiches on white bread. LOL
Work was quiet this week but I discovered how much I miss my office mate when it comes to all the ins and outs administrative things - he has been around forever and me not so much. I managed to get things mostly working by the end of the week for the new guy... but it took a bit. Up side home early Friday -- have I mentioned I love carpool? It makes up for those early OMG mornings with early Fridays in which one can, schedule a manicure, shop for supplies and be 9/10's done with said luncheon stuff by the time hubby gets home, the make dinner all prepped and ready which you did in between the sandwich makings. Life was good yesterday. Then I was SOUND asleep on the couch at 9:30 PM, woke up, let the dogs out and then went to bed at 10:30.
Saturday morning up, watching Violet like a hawk, debating with myself if that is just her usual or something else... then I got dressed and headed out to the lodge with my 20 chicken and egg salad hoagies. Please hold in your need to make chicken and egg jokes - I did them to the dogs all night last night - I'm burnt out. But if you have a family pet or small child you like to annoy with those - please don't let me stop you.
I have to be the only person on the planet who can be up and moving 2 hours before she has to be somewhere and still be late? However, I don't feel so bad about that because I was the last one out of the lodge today... um - Worthy Matron who planned this mess - you're last out pumpkin. But no - it's usually me so I make sure all things are tended. Oh well. Plus side home an hour earlier than I planned, I have lunch for Bubba tomorrow and cake for me today. So time to blog, pay bills - which is really why I turn on the computer (wink wink) and the dogs are outside soaking up the sun - it's 60 degrees on 7 January... life is good there.
Tonight is my company's party with maybe some holiday premise in there - I dunno it's tonight and it's at the Smithsonian near Dulles Airport so a bit of a drive for me and Bubba but thankfully I'm meeting up with some friends so the night won't be a complete bust. And it won't be sub-zero either which is awful when one must dress up and go out in nylons and heels. And yes I'm wearing the sexy shoes - may bring something with me to walk from parking lot, sexy shoes are pretty and party worthy but a PITA to walk around in... ah the price we pay for shoes eh girls? The line - anyone... from THE movie? Dolly Parton as Truvy... y'all go consult your copy and get back to me. But remember if a 7 feels so good buy a size 8. ;-) Unless you're me - that a size 7 in only certain shoes and I'm wandering aren't I?
Oh goodie Bubba is home and apparently in a mood so fine stay outside YOUR clean car and putz with my radio, while I sit in here fat and happy and blogging. We are T-90 until I head to the showers and begin the process of attempting to turn this cow's ear into a silk purse - or at least a clean, powered and decently dressed cow's ear... with sexy shoes. :-) NOW I get why the dogs love me! LOL that and I provide the twice daily food ration - and peanut butter. Which cleverly supply the vehicle in which drugs are administered to both pups, one at bedtime only and one twice a day - I won't take any bets as to which is which - too farting easy. (see first line of today's brain dump).
So I guess I better deal with bills, and the kitchen and whatever strikes my fancy, then it's off to transform from mild manner egg salad on white bread maker to mover and shaker in a party dress for "Nerds Are Us, Inc".
Welcome to my life - ain't it grand?
Later.
I am amazed when we discussed my chubby doctor's situation of not being a member of any insurance group that he didn't wig out. He did ask me to do some more research which I had already planned to do - so nothing overly major there. Just when you think you've got the old boy pegged he pulls that on you. Ah well. He was also equally cool about me making stuff for a Lodge function this morning - mostly because I would be getting paid back for my supplies - mostly. I had half the stuff in my fridge and what I did buy was to replace what was at home - including the crappy mayo he bought. Pay an extra .50 cents for the Hellman's light honey - the store brand SUCKS. Of course I used that for the egg salad - and some good stuff why make everyone suffer? Speaking of egg salad - I can't tell you all how the ladies doing the lunch gushed and fought over MY flipping egg salad - yes egg salad on white bread buns. It don't get more suburban than that does it boys and girls? One woman said " you make the best egg salad do you put something extra in it?" The filter kicked in before I blurted dog hair - because well you know - eeewwww... I did however, laugh and say I always volunteer to do egg salad because I'm not a great cook and it don't take much to boil and peel an egg, add mayo, mustard salt and pepper. Literally. These women are going nuts over mayo, hard boiled eggs and mustard. Go figure. I mean I like it - but hey there are days the oober white chick comes screaming out of me - my medium must be egg salad sandwiches on white bread. LOL
Work was quiet this week but I discovered how much I miss my office mate when it comes to all the ins and outs administrative things - he has been around forever and me not so much. I managed to get things mostly working by the end of the week for the new guy... but it took a bit. Up side home early Friday -- have I mentioned I love carpool? It makes up for those early OMG mornings with early Fridays in which one can, schedule a manicure, shop for supplies and be 9/10's done with said luncheon stuff by the time hubby gets home, the make dinner all prepped and ready which you did in between the sandwich makings. Life was good yesterday. Then I was SOUND asleep on the couch at 9:30 PM, woke up, let the dogs out and then went to bed at 10:30.
Saturday morning up, watching Violet like a hawk, debating with myself if that is just her usual or something else... then I got dressed and headed out to the lodge with my 20 chicken and egg salad hoagies. Please hold in your need to make chicken and egg jokes - I did them to the dogs all night last night - I'm burnt out. But if you have a family pet or small child you like to annoy with those - please don't let me stop you.
I have to be the only person on the planet who can be up and moving 2 hours before she has to be somewhere and still be late? However, I don't feel so bad about that because I was the last one out of the lodge today... um - Worthy Matron who planned this mess - you're last out pumpkin. But no - it's usually me so I make sure all things are tended. Oh well. Plus side home an hour earlier than I planned, I have lunch for Bubba tomorrow and cake for me today. So time to blog, pay bills - which is really why I turn on the computer (wink wink) and the dogs are outside soaking up the sun - it's 60 degrees on 7 January... life is good there.
Tonight is my company's party with maybe some holiday premise in there - I dunno it's tonight and it's at the Smithsonian near Dulles Airport so a bit of a drive for me and Bubba but thankfully I'm meeting up with some friends so the night won't be a complete bust. And it won't be sub-zero either which is awful when one must dress up and go out in nylons and heels. And yes I'm wearing the sexy shoes - may bring something with me to walk from parking lot, sexy shoes are pretty and party worthy but a PITA to walk around in... ah the price we pay for shoes eh girls? The line - anyone... from THE movie? Dolly Parton as Truvy... y'all go consult your copy and get back to me. But remember if a 7 feels so good buy a size 8. ;-) Unless you're me - that a size 7 in only certain shoes and I'm wandering aren't I?
Oh goodie Bubba is home and apparently in a mood so fine stay outside YOUR clean car and putz with my radio, while I sit in here fat and happy and blogging. We are T-90 until I head to the showers and begin the process of attempting to turn this cow's ear into a silk purse - or at least a clean, powered and decently dressed cow's ear... with sexy shoes. :-) NOW I get why the dogs love me! LOL that and I provide the twice daily food ration - and peanut butter. Which cleverly supply the vehicle in which drugs are administered to both pups, one at bedtime only and one twice a day - I won't take any bets as to which is which - too farting easy. (see first line of today's brain dump).
So I guess I better deal with bills, and the kitchen and whatever strikes my fancy, then it's off to transform from mild manner egg salad on white bread maker to mover and shaker in a party dress for "Nerds Are Us, Inc".
Welcome to my life - ain't it grand?
Later.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
HAPPY NEW YEAR... 2012
Get ready boys and girls because this might be the last time you get to say that! According to the movies, the Mayan calendar and some random kooks - the world is supposed to end this year... now to balance that bit of nonsense - see the link below why you might not want to run up your Visa card toward the end of the year thinking they won't find you after the world ends. Think again pumpkin, the creditors will find you - them and the mutant bugs are the only people that will still be around when it all ends... trust me. Oh yeah and Bubba complaining about the amount of money I spend - even while I'm dead.
But I digress - this long weekend was full of ups and downs. Serious up was dinner out with friends, games, and fun ringing in the new year with same! Then the wine, food, and hour hit and we all faded fast.... Crashed dead in bed at 2 AM!! Yeesh - late for old people and me! Thankfully the dogs let us sleep in later -- New Years Day! Up, dogs, hang out, took down all of Christmas including tree, and all other fun pretty decorations.. but Bubba "helped" i.e. he took down the tree and the lights after I took down 99% of the ornaments - he started to help when I told him he couldn't do lights until I got the extras down.
We did watch the Steelers stumble into the playoffs... Cleveland? Seriously - 1 freaking touchdown... and stupid Cin Bungles - couldn't beat the darn Baltimore Birdies... That is why you are the bungles... of course if we had beat the 49er's a couple of weeks back we would not have have had to rely in the Bungles... And enough football talk...
Moving on New Year's Day nice, dinner OK, bed later, up on January 2nd, another day off, can't complain. Oh sure Bubba found something to grumble about - then our day plans hit the shredder... I as usual was up with the girls, up, out, empty, fed, now down for a post breakfast nap. Post breakfast nap was interrupted, Violet got up then fell down, I pulled away the blanket she wrapped herself up in, and it wasn't the blanket... oh carp. We've seen this before - October of 2010 it wasn't pretty. I wait she's stumbling and I call our Vet - who frankly is going to start answering the phone with "Hi Aunt Ing!" They can see us... and let the bitching begin... Bubba starts that he's tired of ME calling the vet every time this dog shakes. Let me rewind a bit and remind folks that 2 days after Christmas as we were headed home he told he I didn't make the issue urgent enough to the Vet - i.e. Violet's Christmas Day "episode". *sigh*
So I get dressed and brush my teeth and bundle Violet up to go see Dr. Vet again. Bubba actually comes with me, Violet is still walking like a drunk. But not as bad as it was a year ago... we wait and wait finally our brilliant Vet comes up with... I could be this handful of stuff.... its neurological. For a Dog... yikes. So we go home, $200 poorer - again, with antibiotics again, and referral to a neurologist. We are going to wait a few days see how she's feeling then make some decisions.
The rest of the day off pretty muck sucked. Bubba decided to purge the files and made me the human paper shredder, I made dinner and then I fell into bed.
Tuesday morning the alarm went off at 0-dark-30... needless to say there wasn't much happiness in anyone - pups included, well Shelby saw it as a food opportunity, I watched as Violet struggled with the stairs..
Went to work, had my annual physical, got the name of a surgeon as I am working hard to get that shrink your tummy - then the rest of you surgery.... came home dinner in crock pot..ahhh
Violet looks better, not bouncy but not wobbly either. Died on the couch - I think about 9:30.... 4:30 AM in an inhuman hour of the day...
Now we are into Wednesday the fourth day of a new year.... and I'm tired. Of course instead of hitting snooze I hit OFF and had 20 minutes to shower, dress, tend to pups and meet carpool... I made it. Barely.
Bubba said he found Violet in the closet after I left - that is new, she usually stays downstairs after I leave....
something to think about...
Work is quiet, office mate is out, and things are just getting restarted again after the holidays...
Tonight - is left overs, tomorrow I have a conference with the surgery people, who I discovered are not considered "in-network" ANYWHERE.... Bubba is going to stroke out. That is covered.
Stay tuned for more as the Vet turns and how to squeeze a dollar until green goo comes out - sponsored by Bubba and Major General Tightwad.
End of the world? Or not...
But I digress - this long weekend was full of ups and downs. Serious up was dinner out with friends, games, and fun ringing in the new year with same! Then the wine, food, and hour hit and we all faded fast.... Crashed dead in bed at 2 AM!! Yeesh - late for old people and me! Thankfully the dogs let us sleep in later -- New Years Day! Up, dogs, hang out, took down all of Christmas including tree, and all other fun pretty decorations.. but Bubba "helped" i.e. he took down the tree and the lights after I took down 99% of the ornaments - he started to help when I told him he couldn't do lights until I got the extras down.
We did watch the Steelers stumble into the playoffs... Cleveland? Seriously - 1 freaking touchdown... and stupid Cin Bungles - couldn't beat the darn Baltimore Birdies... That is why you are the bungles... of course if we had beat the 49er's a couple of weeks back we would not have have had to rely in the Bungles... And enough football talk...
Moving on New Year's Day nice, dinner OK, bed later, up on January 2nd, another day off, can't complain. Oh sure Bubba found something to grumble about - then our day plans hit the shredder... I as usual was up with the girls, up, out, empty, fed, now down for a post breakfast nap. Post breakfast nap was interrupted, Violet got up then fell down, I pulled away the blanket she wrapped herself up in, and it wasn't the blanket... oh carp. We've seen this before - October of 2010 it wasn't pretty. I wait she's stumbling and I call our Vet - who frankly is going to start answering the phone with "Hi Aunt Ing!" They can see us... and let the bitching begin... Bubba starts that he's tired of ME calling the vet every time this dog shakes. Let me rewind a bit and remind folks that 2 days after Christmas as we were headed home he told he I didn't make the issue urgent enough to the Vet - i.e. Violet's Christmas Day "episode". *sigh*
So I get dressed and brush my teeth and bundle Violet up to go see Dr. Vet again. Bubba actually comes with me, Violet is still walking like a drunk. But not as bad as it was a year ago... we wait and wait finally our brilliant Vet comes up with... I could be this handful of stuff.... its neurological. For a Dog... yikes. So we go home, $200 poorer - again, with antibiotics again, and referral to a neurologist. We are going to wait a few days see how she's feeling then make some decisions.
The rest of the day off pretty muck sucked. Bubba decided to purge the files and made me the human paper shredder, I made dinner and then I fell into bed.
Tuesday morning the alarm went off at 0-dark-30... needless to say there wasn't much happiness in anyone - pups included, well Shelby saw it as a food opportunity, I watched as Violet struggled with the stairs..
Went to work, had my annual physical, got the name of a surgeon as I am working hard to get that shrink your tummy - then the rest of you surgery.... came home dinner in crock pot..ahhh
Violet looks better, not bouncy but not wobbly either. Died on the couch - I think about 9:30.... 4:30 AM in an inhuman hour of the day...
Now we are into Wednesday the fourth day of a new year.... and I'm tired. Of course instead of hitting snooze I hit OFF and had 20 minutes to shower, dress, tend to pups and meet carpool... I made it. Barely.
Bubba said he found Violet in the closet after I left - that is new, she usually stays downstairs after I leave....
something to think about...
Work is quiet, office mate is out, and things are just getting restarted again after the holidays...
Tonight - is left overs, tomorrow I have a conference with the surgery people, who I discovered are not considered "in-network" ANYWHERE.... Bubba is going to stroke out. That is covered.
Stay tuned for more as the Vet turns and how to squeeze a dollar until green goo comes out - sponsored by Bubba and Major General Tightwad.
End of the world? Or not...
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
A little research and....
Yes, go back and read the first post of 2011 - now guess what happened today the last day of 2011. You betcha - Captain Tightwad (frankly by now he should be Major General by now) is STILL bitching to me about the money I spend. Today's topic? Let's just document our day thus far shall we?
Of course I am the one up and on the move because my four-legged children needed out and breakfast - so that tended. I made tea, and a piece of toast flipped through the TV and went back to reading about Julia Child's life in France. (first book bought for the Kindle, My Life in France by Julia Child - and some other guy)... interesting; a great deal of French to wade through and if I'm not careful it makes me hungry. ANY way - up quiet, everyone is equal parts empty and full - and I hear that my Zen is about to be pierced by the up and moving Bubba. So he's up he's moving he's complaining. My house is a mess - and here we go. We are having the neighbors over for New Year's Eve board games (yes Power Grid) and to ring in the new year.
Now as I worked over night Thursday and was done with my day about 11AM Friday - with sleep and breakfast - I went shopping - prepare in about 10 days or so for the blow out about that little dance through VA with wine and goodies. Now I did get my Kindle cover for half the price of the one I ordered on Amazon - no light though - but I have one. Reading light that is. I got crackers and goodies and such at Target and Trader Joe's- of course I got wine! He has a new red wine air-rater he wanted to play with - 2 bottle of 3 buck chuck isn't a big deal. I also got two desserts as we're going out to dinner early 6PM tonight - I thought it would be nice to have a dessert or something to offer besides Christmas cookies that everyone else is tired of. I am defrosting the mousse cake in the fridge and stupid me left it up front where Captain Obvious can see it. Let round two of the bitching begin (more on that later). I have also planned my meals for New Year's Day, and the rest of my week, go all that shopping tended and was home by 2:30 PM Friday.
I also picked up all the stuff I had left laying around the house from our dump it all here Christmas, froze candy for next year, tossed away boxes, fought with the dryer then left that for Bubba, cleaned my kitchen, cleaned out the bottom two shelves of my large closet - full of plastic bags and crap and once again I was not merciful and tossed away crap that was boxed up when Nana was here post surgery and did round 1 for me. It is very nice - of course Idiot Bubba said I still needed to throw away 3/4's of the stuff in there. I am not going there. This is all wine glasses, entertaining stuff from my Grandmother, cook books and kitchen linens. Oh yeah and plastic shopping bags that will now cost us 5 cents a piece from the freaking store! thank you idiots of Montgomery County Maryland - I have reusable bags in every car. I will carry crap out before I pay for a bag - but that is just me.
Any who --- I got all that done, I finished folding clothes, and generally had things put together. Bubba came home early from work on Friday we went out to dinner and it was a nice. He watched TV I read - typical night at the homestead.
As I started to document this morning - he's now up and moving and of course spouting off how the house is a mess and I need to get moving and get things done. I asked him if his hands were broken - I got the joking I'm supervising comment - and between you and me - he nearly died right then and there. I managed to get things together, WE went through the mail that had sat for 3 days because if I don't sort through it after he's reviewed it all it sits --- forever or until he can't stack the pile any higher. So sort through that - toss that into the seriously full paper recycle bin, I mistakenly laid down something on my way to answer the call of "what the F is this?" and as I moved to deal with issue A - I got yelled at about the thing I laid down to deal with the first thing - and I responded to the second question with my usual, grace and quiet manner by shouting at the top of my voice that in spite of best efforts I cannot be in two places and the same damn time and when I finish dealing with issue A I will pick up said issue B and complete my journey with it. Its like putting something on the stairs to go up stairs with you the next time you go - but at that moment you're not headed in that direction. Bubba doesn't not get this concept probably because he doesn't pick up anything but a fork and his bottom half of his lazy boy chair.
And screw it I'm not ending the year this way.. stay tuned for a New Year's update.
Of course I am the one up and on the move because my four-legged children needed out and breakfast - so that tended. I made tea, and a piece of toast flipped through the TV and went back to reading about Julia Child's life in France. (first book bought for the Kindle, My Life in France by Julia Child - and some other guy)... interesting; a great deal of French to wade through and if I'm not careful it makes me hungry. ANY way - up quiet, everyone is equal parts empty and full - and I hear that my Zen is about to be pierced by the up and moving Bubba. So he's up he's moving he's complaining. My house is a mess - and here we go. We are having the neighbors over for New Year's Eve board games (yes Power Grid) and to ring in the new year.
Now as I worked over night Thursday and was done with my day about 11AM Friday - with sleep and breakfast - I went shopping - prepare in about 10 days or so for the blow out about that little dance through VA with wine and goodies. Now I did get my Kindle cover for half the price of the one I ordered on Amazon - no light though - but I have one. Reading light that is. I got crackers and goodies and such at Target and Trader Joe's- of course I got wine! He has a new red wine air-rater he wanted to play with - 2 bottle of 3 buck chuck isn't a big deal. I also got two desserts as we're going out to dinner early 6PM tonight - I thought it would be nice to have a dessert or something to offer besides Christmas cookies that everyone else is tired of. I am defrosting the mousse cake in the fridge and stupid me left it up front where Captain Obvious can see it. Let round two of the bitching begin (more on that later). I have also planned my meals for New Year's Day, and the rest of my week, go all that shopping tended and was home by 2:30 PM Friday.
I also picked up all the stuff I had left laying around the house from our dump it all here Christmas, froze candy for next year, tossed away boxes, fought with the dryer then left that for Bubba, cleaned my kitchen, cleaned out the bottom two shelves of my large closet - full of plastic bags and crap and once again I was not merciful and tossed away crap that was boxed up when Nana was here post surgery and did round 1 for me. It is very nice - of course Idiot Bubba said I still needed to throw away 3/4's of the stuff in there. I am not going there. This is all wine glasses, entertaining stuff from my Grandmother, cook books and kitchen linens. Oh yeah and plastic shopping bags that will now cost us 5 cents a piece from the freaking store! thank you idiots of Montgomery County Maryland - I have reusable bags in every car. I will carry crap out before I pay for a bag - but that is just me.
Any who --- I got all that done, I finished folding clothes, and generally had things put together. Bubba came home early from work on Friday we went out to dinner and it was a nice. He watched TV I read - typical night at the homestead.
As I started to document this morning - he's now up and moving and of course spouting off how the house is a mess and I need to get moving and get things done. I asked him if his hands were broken - I got the joking I'm supervising comment - and between you and me - he nearly died right then and there. I managed to get things together, WE went through the mail that had sat for 3 days because if I don't sort through it after he's reviewed it all it sits --- forever or until he can't stack the pile any higher. So sort through that - toss that into the seriously full paper recycle bin, I mistakenly laid down something on my way to answer the call of "what the F is this?" and as I moved to deal with issue A - I got yelled at about the thing I laid down to deal with the first thing - and I responded to the second question with my usual, grace and quiet manner by shouting at the top of my voice that in spite of best efforts I cannot be in two places and the same damn time and when I finish dealing with issue A I will pick up said issue B and complete my journey with it. Its like putting something on the stairs to go up stairs with you the next time you go - but at that moment you're not headed in that direction. Bubba doesn't not get this concept probably because he doesn't pick up anything but a fork and his bottom half of his lazy boy chair.
And screw it I'm not ending the year this way.. stay tuned for a New Year's update.
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